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		<title><![CDATA[Beasts of Beyond - Human Roleplay]]></title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2026 09:06:51 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[zombie apocalypse rp??]]></title>
			<link>https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16223</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2022 21:43:57 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=3586">SchizophrenicVoid</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Hiya, Void/Dorian here~ Just wanted to check in and see if anyone's interested in a human zombie apocalypse rp! I've set up the bare-bones of a discord server and could use an admin or two to help fill it out a little more. I have a vague idea of the plot and its end-goal if anyone wants to shoot me a message either here or on discord at Dorian#5389 and ask about it~ Otherwise I'm mostly interested in general feedback!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Hiya, Void/Dorian here~ Just wanted to check in and see if anyone's interested in a human zombie apocalypse rp! I've set up the bare-bones of a discord server and could use an admin or two to help fill it out a little more. I have a vague idea of the plot and its end-goal if anyone wants to shoot me a message either here or on discord at Dorian#5389 and ask about it~ Otherwise I'm mostly interested in general feedback!]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[general, fantasy/hybrid human rp interest?]]></title>
			<link>https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=15028</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2021 01:57:36 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=1">Star</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify;">
this isn’t anything official, but anyone interested in some human rp?? i’ve got a few humanized OCs and would love to just generally experiment <br />
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[member=47]rhosmari[/member] [member=207]axiom[/member] ??<br />
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify;">
this isn’t anything official, but anyone interested in some human rp?? i’ve got a few humanized OCs and would love to just generally experiment <br />
<br />
[member=47]rhosmari[/member] [member=207]axiom[/member] ??<br />
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			<title><![CDATA[Forbidden Love | Plot and Bios]]></title>
			<link>https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=13252</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2020 08:27:51 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=1406">Poofy The Dark Master</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[[div style="width: 800px; height: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: comic sans ms; font-size: 14; line-height: 12px; letter-spacing: 4px; word-spacing: 8px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px"]The Plot<br />
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For a long time, two families are have had a feud that has been going on. But in the last one hundred years, more families have joined the feud. It eventually came down to a town being divided by the feud. The town is small with only about 930 people living there. <br />
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Since this feud had been going on for so long, most of the people in these families will have the same view as their families, but of recently the younger generation had started to realize that their parents and others were wrong and that the feud could end. The closet college is fifteen miles away.<br />
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Location<br />
<br />
The town is small with only one elementary, middle school, and high school. The only businesses in the town are a gas station, a small supermarket, boutique, quilt store, bank, barque stand, water department. A highway runs straight through downtown and is one lane on either side.<br />
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School District<br />
<br />
McKinely ISD<br />
<br />
The elementary is Pre-K through fifth grade<br />
The Middle school is sixth through eighth grade<br />
The High school is ninth through twelveth grade<br />
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The elementary has another building that was one point the old middle school that is use for bad kids.<br />
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[spoiler=Bio]<div class="codeblock"><div class="title">Code:</div><div class="body" dir="ltr"><code>[b]Name:[b/]<br />
[b]Age:[/b]<br />
[b]Gender and Pronouns:[/b]<br />
[b]Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:[/b]<br />
[b]If Teacher, what grade do you teach:[/b]<br />
[b]If student, what grade:[/b]<br />
[b]Family Name:[/b]<br />
[b]Feud with what family:[/b]<br />
[b]Appearance:[/b]<br />
[b]Personality:[/b]<br />
[b]Likes:[/b]<br />
[b]Dislikes:[/b]<br />
[b]Crush:[/b]<br />
[b]Favorite Color:[/b]<br />
[b]Favorite Food:[/b]<br />
[b]Favorite Drink:[/b]<br />
[b]If middle/high school student, class schedule:[/b]</code></div></div>[/spoiler]<br />
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Teachers/School Board<br />
Elementary<br />
<br />
Middle School<br />
<br />
High School<br />
[spoiler] Bailey Rea McKnight - Honors English 1, English 2, Honors English 2, Honors English 3, English 4, Honors English 4 - Poofy The Dark Master[/spoiler]<br />
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School Board<br />
<br />
Students<br />
Elementary<br />
<br />
Middle School<br />
[spoiler=Sixth Grade] Addilyn Lee McCullen - Poofy The Dark Master<br />
Annabell Marine McKnight - Poofy The Dark Master[/spoiler]<br />
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High School<br />
[spoiler=Tenth Grade]Alex Cree McCullen - Poofy The Dark Master<br />
Chris Caden McKnight - Poofy The Dark Master[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
City Hall/City Council/Mayor<br />
[spoiler=City Council Member]Trey Taylor McCullen - Poofy The Dark Master[/spoiler]<br />
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Fire Department<br />
<br />
Exon Gas Station Workers<br />
<br />
Supermarket Workers<br />
<br />
Barque Stand Workers<br />
[spoiler=Worker]Trevor Alan McKnight - Poofy The Dark Master[/spoiler]<br />
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Quilt Store Workers<br />
<br />
Bank Workers<br />
<br />
Boutique Store Worker<br />
[spoiler=Owner]Sarah Park McCullen - Poofy The Dark Master[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
List of Classes for your character to choose<br />
[spoiler=Middle School]Sixth Grade<br />
Math (required)<br />
English (required)<br />
Science (required)<br />
Technology (required)<br />
Social Studies (required)<br />
Reading (required)<br />
Health (one semester), Middle Readiness (one semester) or Band<br />
P.E. or Pre-Athletics<br />
<br />
Seventh Grade<br />
Math (required)<br />
English (required)<br />
Science (required)<br />
History (required)<br />
Reading (required)<br />
Art (one semester), Health (one semester) or Learning for Earning (one semester), Design Your Future (one semester)<br />
TASK Prep or Band<br />
P.E. or Athletics<br />
<br />
Eighth Grade<br />
Math (required)<br />
English (required)<br />
Science (required)<br />
History (required)<br />
Reading (required)<br />
Technology (required)<br />
Health (one semester), Art (one semester) or Band<br />
P.E, or Athletics<br />
[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
[spoiler=High School]Core Classes<br />
Freshman<br />
English 1 or Honors English 1<br />
Algebra 1 or Honors Algebra 1<br />
Biology or Honors Biology<br />
U.S History or Honors U.S. History<br />
<br />
Electives<br />
High School Prep (one semester)<br />
Money Matters (one semester)<br />
Art 1<br />
Principles of Agriculture<br />
Graphic Design<br />
Theater 1<br />
P.E.<br />
Athletics<br />
<br />
Sophomore - Core Classes<br />
English 2 or Honors English 2<br />
Geometry or Honors Geometry<br />
Chemistry or Honors Chemistry<br />
World Geography or Honors World Geography<br />
Spanish 1 or Honors Spanish 1<br />
<br />
Electives<br />
Art 2<br />
Agriculture MechTech<br />
Advance Graphic Design<br />
Theater 2<br />
P.E. <br />
Athletics<br />
<br />
Junior - Core Classes<br />
English 3 or Honors English 3<br />
Algebra 2 or Honors Algebra 2<br />
Math Models<br />
World History or Honors World History<br />
Spanish 2 or Honors Spanish 2<br />
<br />
Electives<br />
Art 3<br />
Agriculture Business<br />
Web Design<br />
Theater 3<br />
P.E.<br />
Athletics<br />
<br />
Senior - (only need six classes) Core Classes<br />
English 4 or Honors English 4<br />
Government and Economics<br />
Anatomy and Physiology or Honors Anatomy and Physiology<br />
Algebra 2 or Per-Culus<br />
Spanish 3 or Honors Spanish 3<br />
<br />
Electives<br />
Art 4<br />
Theater 4<br />
Agriculture Business Technology<br />
Advance Web Design<br />
P.E. <br />
Athletics[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
My Characters<br />
[spoiler=Addilyn Lee McCullen]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:</span> Addilyn Lee McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Age:</span> 12<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Female, she/her<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> Student<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:</span> 6th<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Family Name:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Addilyn is about 5'5" and weights about 110 pounds. She has long, dark brown hair, that she wears in a braid, she does let her chain length bangs frame her bright, blue eyes. When she's at school she normal wears plain colored shirts, that are a size too big, black or blue leggins, and depending on the day and the temperature outside, she will wear flip flops, slides, black teeny shoes, and boots. Also depending on the temperature, depends if she wears her black, hooded jacket. At night, she wears a light blue tank top, a dark blue pair of pants and white socks. On weekends she wear what she would had worn to school.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Addilyn is sweet, kind, caring, always wanting to help others. She doesn't have a mean side to her.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> Drawing, reading, writing, and play sports<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> The feud and how it has divided the city<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Open<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> purple<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Sweet and Sour Chicken<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Dr. Pepper<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Middle/High School Student, class schedule:</span> 1st Math<br />
2nd Technology<br />
3rd Science<br />
4th Band<br />
5th Pre-Athletics<br />
6th English<br />
7th Social Studies <br />
8th Reading[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
[spoiler=Alex Cree McCullen]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:</span> Alex Cree McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Age:</span> 15<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Male, he/him<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> Student<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:</span> Tenth grade<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Family Name:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Alex is about six foot even and weight about 130 pounds. He has short blonde hair and bangs that are just above his eyebrow and he has dark green eyes. He wears during the day a sleeveless, black hoodie, black jeans, and black boots. At night he wears a sleeveless, black top and grey shorts.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Alex can be sweet, kind, and caring, but mess with the people he cares about and he can be very mean.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> Reading, writing, hanging out with friend, and playing sports<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> The feud and anyone who messes with the ones he cares about<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Open<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> Brown<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Meat<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Coke<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Middle/High School Student, class schedule:</span> 1st Geometry<br />
2nd World Geography <br />
3rd English 2<br />
4th Chemistry<br />
5th Agriculture MechTech<br />
6th Spanish 1<br />
7th Art 2<br />
8th Athletics[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
[spoiler=Annabell Marine McKnight]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:</span> Annabell Marine McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Age: 11</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Female, she/her<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> Student<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:[b/] Sixth grade<br />
[b]Family Name:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Annabell is about 5'3" and weights about 108 pounds. Her red hair is mid back length and is pulled back into a ponytail. Her shoulder length bangs are moved to the right side and her light brown eyes are hidden behind her glasses. She wears a, light pink, tank top, with blue jeans, brown, cowboy boots, and dark, blue jacket. At night she wears a light pink, night gown, with black shorts under it.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Annabell is a very sweet, kind, and caring young girl. She is also very naive about things.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> Reading, writing, drawing, being with friends and family<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> The feud <br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Open<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> Red<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Chicken Ramen Soup<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Orange soda<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Middle/High School Student, class schedule:</span> 1st Science<br />
2nd Math<br />
3rd Technology<br />
4th English<br />
5th Social Studies<br />
6th Band<br />
7th Reading<br />
8th P.E.[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
[spoiler=Chris Caden McKnight]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:</span> Chris Caden McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Age:</span> 16<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Male, he/him<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> Student<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:</span> Tenth grade<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Family Name:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Chris is about 6'2" and weight about 125 pounds. He has short, dark blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He wears a sleeveless, red shirt, black shorts, and red shoes. At night he wear a white, tank top, and black boxers.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Chris is caring, loving, and kind, but when he is being a rebel, he can be rude.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> Being a rebel, sports, and hanging out with his friends<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> School and the feud<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Open<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> Blue<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Ribs<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Diet Coke<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Middle/High School Student, class schedule:</span> 1st Art 2<br />
2nd World Geography<br />
3rd Spanish 1<br />
4th Chemistry<br />
5th English 2<br />
6th Geometry<br />
7th Theater 2<br />
8th Advance Graphic Design[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
[spoiler=Sarah Park McCullen]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:</span> Sarah Park McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Age:</span> 35<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Female, she/her<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> Boutique owner<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:</span> <br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Family Name:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Sarah is about five foot even and weights about 130 pounds. She has butt length, blonde hair and dark green eyes. When she's at the Boutique, she wears a nice, dark blue, shirt, black pants, and dark brown, boots. When she's not at the Boutique, she wears a light green or pink dress that goes down to her knees and white saddles. At night she wears a pink night gown.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Sarah is sweet, kind, caring, loving, and doesn't care about the feud that is going on.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> Cooking, cleaning, the Boutique shop, and taking care of her family<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> the feud<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Trey Taylor McCullen (husband)<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> Pink<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Chicken and Dumplings<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Diet Dr. Pepper<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If middle/high school student, class schedule:</span>[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
[spoiler=Trey Taylor McCullen]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:</span> Trey Taylor McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Age:</span> 36<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Male, he/him<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> City Council Member<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Family Name:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Trey is about six foot even and weights about 140 pounds. On a normal day that doesn't have a City Council meeting, Trey wears a black shirt, black jeans, and dark brown shoes. When there is a City Council meeting, Trey wears a white, button up shirt, blue jeans, and black shoes. At night he wears a long sleeve, dark green top, and pants that matched.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Trey is nice and caring about his town and family. He can have a temper when someone goes against the city and harms his family.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> Being with his family and trying to bring to city together<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> the feud and people who would harm others<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Sarah Park McCullen (wife)<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> White and Black<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Pork Chops<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Cherry Coke<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If middle/high school student, class schedule:</span>[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
[spoiler=Trevor Alan McKnight]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:[b/] Trevor Alan McKnight<br />
[b]Age:</span> 37<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Male, he/him<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> Barque Stand Worker<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Family Name:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Trevor is about 6'4" and weights about 140 pounds. He wears a white, button up shirt, black apron, black pants, and black shoes. When he isn't at work he wears a dark blue, shirt, black pants, and white shoes. At night he wears a long sleeve, dark blue, top and dark pants to match.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Trevor can be nice and kind, but if he gets riled up, he can be very rude and unpleasant to be around<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> His job and family<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> The feud<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Bailey Rea McKnight (wife)<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> Yellow<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Spicy Foods<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Orange Vanilla Coke<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If middle/high school student, class schedule:</span>[/spoiler]<br />
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[spoiler=Bailey Rea McKnight]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:[b/] Bailey Rea McKnight<br />
[b]Age:</span> 36<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Female, she/her<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> Teacher<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span> Honors English 1, English 2, Honors English 2, Honors English 3, English 4, Honor English 4<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Family Name:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Bailey is about 5'7" and weights about 130 pounds. She has shoulder length, dark red hair and she has chin length bangs that frame her dark blue eyes. She does wear black frame glasses. She wears a plain, blue shirt, blue jeans, and white shoes. At night she wears a long, blue night gown.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Sweet, kind, loving, caring, and she can have a temper when a student doesn't listen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> Teaching her students<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> The feud and cocky males<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Trevor Alan McKnight (husband)<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> Red<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Chicken<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Cherry Dr. Pepper<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If middle/high school student, class schedule:</span>[/spoiler]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[div style="width: 800px; height: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: comic sans ms; font-size: 14; line-height: 12px; letter-spacing: 4px; word-spacing: 8px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px"]The Plot<br />
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For a long time, two families are have had a feud that has been going on. But in the last one hundred years, more families have joined the feud. It eventually came down to a town being divided by the feud. The town is small with only about 930 people living there. <br />
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Since this feud had been going on for so long, most of the people in these families will have the same view as their families, but of recently the younger generation had started to realize that their parents and others were wrong and that the feud could end. The closet college is fifteen miles away.<br />
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Location<br />
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The town is small with only one elementary, middle school, and high school. The only businesses in the town are a gas station, a small supermarket, boutique, quilt store, bank, barque stand, water department. A highway runs straight through downtown and is one lane on either side.<br />
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School District<br />
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McKinely ISD<br />
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The elementary is Pre-K through fifth grade<br />
The Middle school is sixth through eighth grade<br />
The High school is ninth through twelveth grade<br />
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The elementary has another building that was one point the old middle school that is use for bad kids.<br />
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[spoiler=Bio]<div class="codeblock"><div class="title">Code:</div><div class="body" dir="ltr"><code>[b]Name:[b/]<br />
[b]Age:[/b]<br />
[b]Gender and Pronouns:[/b]<br />
[b]Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:[/b]<br />
[b]If Teacher, what grade do you teach:[/b]<br />
[b]If student, what grade:[/b]<br />
[b]Family Name:[/b]<br />
[b]Feud with what family:[/b]<br />
[b]Appearance:[/b]<br />
[b]Personality:[/b]<br />
[b]Likes:[/b]<br />
[b]Dislikes:[/b]<br />
[b]Crush:[/b]<br />
[b]Favorite Color:[/b]<br />
[b]Favorite Food:[/b]<br />
[b]Favorite Drink:[/b]<br />
[b]If middle/high school student, class schedule:[/b]</code></div></div>[/spoiler]<br />
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Teachers/School Board<br />
Elementary<br />
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Middle School<br />
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High School<br />
[spoiler] Bailey Rea McKnight - Honors English 1, English 2, Honors English 2, Honors English 3, English 4, Honors English 4 - Poofy The Dark Master[/spoiler]<br />
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School Board<br />
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Students<br />
Elementary<br />
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Middle School<br />
[spoiler=Sixth Grade] Addilyn Lee McCullen - Poofy The Dark Master<br />
Annabell Marine McKnight - Poofy The Dark Master[/spoiler]<br />
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High School<br />
[spoiler=Tenth Grade]Alex Cree McCullen - Poofy The Dark Master<br />
Chris Caden McKnight - Poofy The Dark Master[/spoiler]<br />
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City Hall/City Council/Mayor<br />
[spoiler=City Council Member]Trey Taylor McCullen - Poofy The Dark Master[/spoiler]<br />
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Fire Department<br />
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Exon Gas Station Workers<br />
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Supermarket Workers<br />
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Barque Stand Workers<br />
[spoiler=Worker]Trevor Alan McKnight - Poofy The Dark Master[/spoiler]<br />
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Quilt Store Workers<br />
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Bank Workers<br />
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Boutique Store Worker<br />
[spoiler=Owner]Sarah Park McCullen - Poofy The Dark Master[/spoiler]<br />
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List of Classes for your character to choose<br />
[spoiler=Middle School]Sixth Grade<br />
Math (required)<br />
English (required)<br />
Science (required)<br />
Technology (required)<br />
Social Studies (required)<br />
Reading (required)<br />
Health (one semester), Middle Readiness (one semester) or Band<br />
P.E. or Pre-Athletics<br />
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Seventh Grade<br />
Math (required)<br />
English (required)<br />
Science (required)<br />
History (required)<br />
Reading (required)<br />
Art (one semester), Health (one semester) or Learning for Earning (one semester), Design Your Future (one semester)<br />
TASK Prep or Band<br />
P.E. or Athletics<br />
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Eighth Grade<br />
Math (required)<br />
English (required)<br />
Science (required)<br />
History (required)<br />
Reading (required)<br />
Technology (required)<br />
Health (one semester), Art (one semester) or Band<br />
P.E, or Athletics<br />
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[spoiler=High School]Core Classes<br />
Freshman<br />
English 1 or Honors English 1<br />
Algebra 1 or Honors Algebra 1<br />
Biology or Honors Biology<br />
U.S History or Honors U.S. History<br />
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Electives<br />
High School Prep (one semester)<br />
Money Matters (one semester)<br />
Art 1<br />
Principles of Agriculture<br />
Graphic Design<br />
Theater 1<br />
P.E.<br />
Athletics<br />
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Sophomore - Core Classes<br />
English 2 or Honors English 2<br />
Geometry or Honors Geometry<br />
Chemistry or Honors Chemistry<br />
World Geography or Honors World Geography<br />
Spanish 1 or Honors Spanish 1<br />
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Electives<br />
Art 2<br />
Agriculture MechTech<br />
Advance Graphic Design<br />
Theater 2<br />
P.E. <br />
Athletics<br />
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Junior - Core Classes<br />
English 3 or Honors English 3<br />
Algebra 2 or Honors Algebra 2<br />
Math Models<br />
World History or Honors World History<br />
Spanish 2 or Honors Spanish 2<br />
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Electives<br />
Art 3<br />
Agriculture Business<br />
Web Design<br />
Theater 3<br />
P.E.<br />
Athletics<br />
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Senior - (only need six classes) Core Classes<br />
English 4 or Honors English 4<br />
Government and Economics<br />
Anatomy and Physiology or Honors Anatomy and Physiology<br />
Algebra 2 or Per-Culus<br />
Spanish 3 or Honors Spanish 3<br />
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Electives<br />
Art 4<br />
Theater 4<br />
Agriculture Business Technology<br />
Advance Web Design<br />
P.E. <br />
Athletics[/spoiler]<br />
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My Characters<br />
[spoiler=Addilyn Lee McCullen]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:</span> Addilyn Lee McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Age:</span> 12<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Female, she/her<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> Student<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:</span> 6th<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Family Name:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Addilyn is about 5'5" and weights about 110 pounds. She has long, dark brown hair, that she wears in a braid, she does let her chain length bangs frame her bright, blue eyes. When she's at school she normal wears plain colored shirts, that are a size too big, black or blue leggins, and depending on the day and the temperature outside, she will wear flip flops, slides, black teeny shoes, and boots. Also depending on the temperature, depends if she wears her black, hooded jacket. At night, she wears a light blue tank top, a dark blue pair of pants and white socks. On weekends she wear what she would had worn to school.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Addilyn is sweet, kind, caring, always wanting to help others. She doesn't have a mean side to her.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> Drawing, reading, writing, and play sports<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> The feud and how it has divided the city<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Open<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> purple<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Sweet and Sour Chicken<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Dr. Pepper<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Middle/High School Student, class schedule:</span> 1st Math<br />
2nd Technology<br />
3rd Science<br />
4th Band<br />
5th Pre-Athletics<br />
6th English<br />
7th Social Studies <br />
8th Reading[/spoiler]<br />
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[spoiler=Alex Cree McCullen]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:</span> Alex Cree McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Age:</span> 15<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Male, he/him<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> Student<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:</span> Tenth grade<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Family Name:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Alex is about six foot even and weight about 130 pounds. He has short blonde hair and bangs that are just above his eyebrow and he has dark green eyes. He wears during the day a sleeveless, black hoodie, black jeans, and black boots. At night he wears a sleeveless, black top and grey shorts.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Alex can be sweet, kind, and caring, but mess with the people he cares about and he can be very mean.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> Reading, writing, hanging out with friend, and playing sports<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> The feud and anyone who messes with the ones he cares about<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Open<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> Brown<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Meat<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Coke<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Middle/High School Student, class schedule:</span> 1st Geometry<br />
2nd World Geography <br />
3rd English 2<br />
4th Chemistry<br />
5th Agriculture MechTech<br />
6th Spanish 1<br />
7th Art 2<br />
8th Athletics[/spoiler]<br />
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[spoiler=Annabell Marine McKnight]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:</span> Annabell Marine McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Age: 11</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Female, she/her<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> Student<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:[b/] Sixth grade<br />
[b]Family Name:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Annabell is about 5'3" and weights about 108 pounds. Her red hair is mid back length and is pulled back into a ponytail. Her shoulder length bangs are moved to the right side and her light brown eyes are hidden behind her glasses. She wears a, light pink, tank top, with blue jeans, brown, cowboy boots, and dark, blue jacket. At night she wears a light pink, night gown, with black shorts under it.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Annabell is a very sweet, kind, and caring young girl. She is also very naive about things.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> Reading, writing, drawing, being with friends and family<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> The feud <br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Open<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> Red<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Chicken Ramen Soup<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Orange soda<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Middle/High School Student, class schedule:</span> 1st Science<br />
2nd Math<br />
3rd Technology<br />
4th English<br />
5th Social Studies<br />
6th Band<br />
7th Reading<br />
8th P.E.[/spoiler]<br />
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[spoiler=Chris Caden McKnight]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:</span> Chris Caden McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Age:</span> 16<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Male, he/him<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> Student<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:</span> Tenth grade<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Family Name:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Chris is about 6'2" and weight about 125 pounds. He has short, dark blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He wears a sleeveless, red shirt, black shorts, and red shoes. At night he wear a white, tank top, and black boxers.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Chris is caring, loving, and kind, but when he is being a rebel, he can be rude.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> Being a rebel, sports, and hanging out with his friends<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> School and the feud<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Open<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> Blue<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Ribs<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Diet Coke<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Middle/High School Student, class schedule:</span> 1st Art 2<br />
2nd World Geography<br />
3rd Spanish 1<br />
4th Chemistry<br />
5th English 2<br />
6th Geometry<br />
7th Theater 2<br />
8th Advance Graphic Design[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
[spoiler=Sarah Park McCullen]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:</span> Sarah Park McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Age:</span> 35<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Female, she/her<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> Boutique owner<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:</span> <br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Family Name:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Sarah is about five foot even and weights about 130 pounds. She has butt length, blonde hair and dark green eyes. When she's at the Boutique, she wears a nice, dark blue, shirt, black pants, and dark brown, boots. When she's not at the Boutique, she wears a light green or pink dress that goes down to her knees and white saddles. At night she wears a pink night gown.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Sarah is sweet, kind, caring, loving, and doesn't care about the feud that is going on.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> Cooking, cleaning, the Boutique shop, and taking care of her family<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> the feud<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Trey Taylor McCullen (husband)<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> Pink<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Chicken and Dumplings<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Diet Dr. Pepper<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If middle/high school student, class schedule:</span>[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
[spoiler=Trey Taylor McCullen]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:</span> Trey Taylor McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Age:</span> 36<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Male, he/him<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> City Council Member<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Family Name:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Trey is about six foot even and weights about 140 pounds. On a normal day that doesn't have a City Council meeting, Trey wears a black shirt, black jeans, and dark brown shoes. When there is a City Council meeting, Trey wears a white, button up shirt, blue jeans, and black shoes. At night he wears a long sleeve, dark green top, and pants that matched.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Trey is nice and caring about his town and family. He can have a temper when someone goes against the city and harms his family.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> Being with his family and trying to bring to city together<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> the feud and people who would harm others<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Sarah Park McCullen (wife)<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> White and Black<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Pork Chops<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Cherry Coke<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If middle/high school student, class schedule:</span>[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
[spoiler=Trevor Alan McKnight]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:[b/] Trevor Alan McKnight<br />
[b]Age:</span> 37<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Male, he/him<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> Barque Stand Worker<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Family Name:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Trevor is about 6'4" and weights about 140 pounds. He wears a white, button up shirt, black apron, black pants, and black shoes. When he isn't at work he wears a dark blue, shirt, black pants, and white shoes. At night he wears a long sleeve, dark blue, top and dark pants to match.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Trevor can be nice and kind, but if he gets riled up, he can be very rude and unpleasant to be around<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> His job and family<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> The feud<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Bailey Rea McKnight (wife)<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> Yellow<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Spicy Foods<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Orange Vanilla Coke<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If middle/high school student, class schedule:</span>[/spoiler]<br />
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[spoiler=Bailey Rea McKnight]<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Name:[b/] Bailey Rea McKnight<br />
[b]Age:</span> 36<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Gender and Pronouns:</span> Female, she/her<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Student, teacher, gas station, supermarket, barque stand, boutique, quilt store, water department worker, city council member:</span> Teacher<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If Teacher, what grade do you teach:</span> Honors English 1, English 2, Honors English 2, Honors English 3, English 4, Honor English 4<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If student, what grade:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Family Name:</span> McKnight<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Feud with what family:</span> McCullen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Appearance:</span> Bailey is about 5'7" and weights about 130 pounds. She has shoulder length, dark red hair and she has chin length bangs that frame her dark blue eyes. She does wear black frame glasses. She wears a plain, blue shirt, blue jeans, and white shoes. At night she wears a long, blue night gown.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Personality:</span> Sweet, kind, loving, caring, and she can have a temper when a student doesn't listen<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Likes:</span> Teaching her students<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Dislikes:</span> The feud and cocky males<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Crush:</span> Trevor Alan McKnight (husband)<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Color:</span> Red<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Food:</span> Chicken<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Favorite Drink:</span> Cherry Dr. Pepper<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">If middle/high school student, class schedule:</span>[/spoiler]]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[the one who grabbed my heart]]></title>
			<link>https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=11234</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 06 Feb 2020 22:02:15 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-family: courier;">I was just a new girl in a new school, in a new city. I didn't know much about where i was moving to, but i honestly didn't mind. I wasn't leaving behind anything important. I never had friends, never really did anything that was memorable. When i was told i was moving, yes i was shocked, but i was mostly confused on why. My parents couldn't raise me anymore due to funds. I was old enough to be on my own, but it just wouldn't be the same without my parents there with me. I understood what they were going through so i decided to leave so they can be able to survive easily. Of course i'm going to visit them, just when i can. <br />
  When i first arrived at my new home i was amazed at how well it was made up just for me. I was expecting something simple and small, but it was actually a nice home with 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, it was already furnished with nice fancy house hold appliances. after my first night, i already wanted to go home, not because i didn't like it, but it was because i missed my parents always there to talk to me. They were the only one i could talk to about my problems. so as of today i am alone and am scared , well not really scared, but more worried of getting noticed. eh i'll be fine. <br />
*I walk into the school looking around, realizing it is much bigger then i thought*<br />
the only thing going through my head right now is " where am i supposed to go? how am i supposed to find it?" i starts trying to find my first class as i come upon my class i see my teacher isn't there so i decided to just sti by the door listening to my music. waiting for them to come. </span></span>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-family: courier;">I was just a new girl in a new school, in a new city. I didn't know much about where i was moving to, but i honestly didn't mind. I wasn't leaving behind anything important. I never had friends, never really did anything that was memorable. When i was told i was moving, yes i was shocked, but i was mostly confused on why. My parents couldn't raise me anymore due to funds. I was old enough to be on my own, but it just wouldn't be the same without my parents there with me. I understood what they were going through so i decided to leave so they can be able to survive easily. Of course i'm going to visit them, just when i can. <br />
  When i first arrived at my new home i was amazed at how well it was made up just for me. I was expecting something simple and small, but it was actually a nice home with 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, it was already furnished with nice fancy house hold appliances. after my first night, i already wanted to go home, not because i didn't like it, but it was because i missed my parents always there to talk to me. They were the only one i could talk to about my problems. so as of today i am alone and am scared , well not really scared, but more worried of getting noticed. eh i'll be fine. <br />
*I walk into the school looking around, realizing it is much bigger then i thought*<br />
the only thing going through my head right now is " where am i supposed to go? how am i supposed to find it?" i starts trying to find my first class as i come upon my class i see my teacher isn't there so i decided to just sti by the door listening to my music. waiting for them to come. </span></span>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[ALL THE STARS IN THE SKY && vix [private!]]]></title>
			<link>https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=7928</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2018 06:50:19 +0000</pubDate>
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[spoiler=aburame yukiji, f, 16.]■Name: Aburame Yukiji "Yuu"<br />
■Hero Name: Succubi<br />
■Age: 16<br />
■Height: 5"6<br />
■Weight: 150 lbs<br />
■Build: Slim, well-rounded.<br />
■Appearance:  Sporting a royal blue skin color, she has pointed ears and spiked horns atop her head. Lightly colored veins are visible upon her skin, and scars litter her arms and neck area as well as her stomach. Her hair is waist-length, straight, and black with neon green highlights and ombre. On her right shoulder, she has a large tattoo of tentacles going down her arm. Her left eye has long eyelashes, white sclera, neon green iris, and a black, heart-shaped pupil. Her right eye usually has a black eyepatch over it, decorated with a neon green bunny. Under the eyepatch hides a demonic eye, with a black sclera, no iris, and a neon green, slitted pupil with black outlining around it. Often times, when she’s stressed or angry, green igor often pours from the eye. She cannot see out of the eye. Around her neck is a black leather choker with a steel heart-shaped lock on it (a gift from Shinso). <a href="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/508171840582320139/508176458204839939/MGM_2.png" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">[reference]</a> &amp; <a href="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/382302961767809038/512157059744268288/unknown.png" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">[reference 2 - full body]</a> Her hero outfit looks like <a href="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/508151418272743441/509253730118533120/unknown.png" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">this</a>, with an open back like <a href="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/508151418272743441/509253296100212747/re_remake__narazaki_sana_by_unicornchen-d6n1rrs.png" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">this.</a><br />
<br />
■BloodType: O<br />
<br />
■Quirk Type: Emitter<br />
■Quirk Name: Intoxicate<br />
■Quirk Capabilities: Depending on her opponents romantic/sexual orientation, she can brainwash them to the point of literal obsession; forcing them to follow her every command. [she's pansexual]<br />
■Skillset/Secondary Abilities: Incredibly agile, enhanced speed, quick decision making.<br />
<br />
■Equipment: Gloves that cover her hands [prevents her from using her quirk when she doesn't want to].<br />
<br />
■Alignment: Hero -- Chaotic Good<br />
<br />
■Affiliations: Class 1-A Student at U.A.[/spoiler]<br />
[spoiler=haruaki ryuu, m, 16.]■Name: Haruaki Ryuu <br />
- translates, haru = clear weather, aki = bright. literally meaning bright, clear weather, a play on his quirk. ryuu means dragon.<br />
- almost completely deaf, wears hearing aids and reads lips really really well. can verbally speak, but when his voice is weird he usually writes stuff down or signs.<br />
■Hero Name: Raijin<br />
■Age: 16<br />
■Height: 5"9<br />
■Weight: TBD LMAO I SUCK AT WEIGHTS<br />
■Build: Slim, seems smaller than he should be, but is well-built.<br />
■Appearance: Waist-length soft blue hair that is wavy, and is often times knotty and kinked, extremely thick and soft. Pale skin, with sharp blue eyes. <br />
■BloodType: AB<br />
<br />
■Quirk Type: Emitter<br />
■Quirk Name: Weathermotion<br />
■Quirk Capabilities: Controls weather and its attributes, including the thunder and rain, as well as hail. Quite unstable due to mostly being affected by his emotions constantly stirring out of control. Static electricity is a side affect after he uses his quirk. Can predict the weather for the day.<br />
<br />
■Skillset/Secondary Abilities: Weather Forecasts, Battleground Adjusting, Enhanced senses of touch and smell, Long-distance support.<br />
<br />
■Equipment: Electricity conductors on his fists that look like brass knuckles. His hearing aids connect to every single piece of technology he has, including his costume's headset. They work similarly to google eyeglasses, using the details and sounds around him to alert him to when trouble is coming during hero work. He has a service dog, a golden retriever named Frito which follows him around throughout the day and wears a black vest and carries his brass knuckles in a pouch on his side as well as all of his hearing aid supplies.<br />
<br />
■Alignment: Hero - Lawful Good<br />
<br />
■Affiliations: Class 1-A Student @ U.A.[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
Aizawa, to be completely honest, was sick and fuckin' tired. Tired, as in he literally just wanted to get these introductions done so he could sleep. Fuck a lesson, he was going to conk the fuck out and sleep right there on his desk, and these students weren't going to fuckin' say shit about it. After all, free time was a safe haven for the students in Class 1-A, a time to study and do homework. Lord knows Kaminari and Mina need it. <br />
<br />
Behind the raven haired teacher stood four students, two of which were known as good childhood friends, having been raised in the same adoption agency from the moment they were dropped off at heroes doorsteps. The taller one, a slim male with kink-filled, wavy baby blue hair that reached to his mid-back in length, had been staring at the teacher with wide eyes, as if waiting for something to be said. <br />
<br />
The other, a girl whom was more mutated than normal, seemed to jump in place eagerly at the idea of even having a class to participate with in the first place. She had never been to school- a public one, that is. She was home schooled as a kid, so the whole 'socialize nicely' thing wasn't particular her experience. She just wanted to make friends, after all.<br />
<br />
Glancing over at a sudden tap on her shoulder, the blue-haired boy lifted up a white board to her face, making the succubus squint at the Japanese written out for her. <br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Are we going in?</span><br />
<br />
Yukiji lifted her gaze and nodded her head, grinning ear to ear. <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">"You two ready back there? I'm so fuckin' ready to meet these assholes that are all over the news."</span> Yuu cheered, a happy grin on her face despite her friends obvious nervousness over this whole thing. <br />
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[spoiler=aburame yukiji, f, 16.]■Name: Aburame Yukiji "Yuu"<br />
■Hero Name: Succubi<br />
■Age: 16<br />
■Height: 5"6<br />
■Weight: 150 lbs<br />
■Build: Slim, well-rounded.<br />
■Appearance:  Sporting a royal blue skin color, she has pointed ears and spiked horns atop her head. Lightly colored veins are visible upon her skin, and scars litter her arms and neck area as well as her stomach. Her hair is waist-length, straight, and black with neon green highlights and ombre. On her right shoulder, she has a large tattoo of tentacles going down her arm. Her left eye has long eyelashes, white sclera, neon green iris, and a black, heart-shaped pupil. Her right eye usually has a black eyepatch over it, decorated with a neon green bunny. Under the eyepatch hides a demonic eye, with a black sclera, no iris, and a neon green, slitted pupil with black outlining around it. Often times, when she’s stressed or angry, green igor often pours from the eye. She cannot see out of the eye. Around her neck is a black leather choker with a steel heart-shaped lock on it (a gift from Shinso). <a href="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/508171840582320139/508176458204839939/MGM_2.png" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">[reference]</a> &amp; <a href="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/382302961767809038/512157059744268288/unknown.png" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">[reference 2 - full body]</a> Her hero outfit looks like <a href="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/508151418272743441/509253730118533120/unknown.png" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">this</a>, with an open back like <a href="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/508151418272743441/509253296100212747/re_remake__narazaki_sana_by_unicornchen-d6n1rrs.png" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">this.</a><br />
<br />
■BloodType: O<br />
<br />
■Quirk Type: Emitter<br />
■Quirk Name: Intoxicate<br />
■Quirk Capabilities: Depending on her opponents romantic/sexual orientation, she can brainwash them to the point of literal obsession; forcing them to follow her every command. [she's pansexual]<br />
■Skillset/Secondary Abilities: Incredibly agile, enhanced speed, quick decision making.<br />
<br />
■Equipment: Gloves that cover her hands [prevents her from using her quirk when she doesn't want to].<br />
<br />
■Alignment: Hero -- Chaotic Good<br />
<br />
■Affiliations: Class 1-A Student at U.A.[/spoiler]<br />
[spoiler=haruaki ryuu, m, 16.]■Name: Haruaki Ryuu <br />
- translates, haru = clear weather, aki = bright. literally meaning bright, clear weather, a play on his quirk. ryuu means dragon.<br />
- almost completely deaf, wears hearing aids and reads lips really really well. can verbally speak, but when his voice is weird he usually writes stuff down or signs.<br />
■Hero Name: Raijin<br />
■Age: 16<br />
■Height: 5"9<br />
■Weight: TBD LMAO I SUCK AT WEIGHTS<br />
■Build: Slim, seems smaller than he should be, but is well-built.<br />
■Appearance: Waist-length soft blue hair that is wavy, and is often times knotty and kinked, extremely thick and soft. Pale skin, with sharp blue eyes. <br />
■BloodType: AB<br />
<br />
■Quirk Type: Emitter<br />
■Quirk Name: Weathermotion<br />
■Quirk Capabilities: Controls weather and its attributes, including the thunder and rain, as well as hail. Quite unstable due to mostly being affected by his emotions constantly stirring out of control. Static electricity is a side affect after he uses his quirk. Can predict the weather for the day.<br />
<br />
■Skillset/Secondary Abilities: Weather Forecasts, Battleground Adjusting, Enhanced senses of touch and smell, Long-distance support.<br />
<br />
■Equipment: Electricity conductors on his fists that look like brass knuckles. His hearing aids connect to every single piece of technology he has, including his costume's headset. They work similarly to google eyeglasses, using the details and sounds around him to alert him to when trouble is coming during hero work. He has a service dog, a golden retriever named Frito which follows him around throughout the day and wears a black vest and carries his brass knuckles in a pouch on his side as well as all of his hearing aid supplies.<br />
<br />
■Alignment: Hero - Lawful Good<br />
<br />
■Affiliations: Class 1-A Student @ U.A.[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
Aizawa, to be completely honest, was sick and fuckin' tired. Tired, as in he literally just wanted to get these introductions done so he could sleep. Fuck a lesson, he was going to conk the fuck out and sleep right there on his desk, and these students weren't going to fuckin' say shit about it. After all, free time was a safe haven for the students in Class 1-A, a time to study and do homework. Lord knows Kaminari and Mina need it. <br />
<br />
Behind the raven haired teacher stood four students, two of which were known as good childhood friends, having been raised in the same adoption agency from the moment they were dropped off at heroes doorsteps. The taller one, a slim male with kink-filled, wavy baby blue hair that reached to his mid-back in length, had been staring at the teacher with wide eyes, as if waiting for something to be said. <br />
<br />
The other, a girl whom was more mutated than normal, seemed to jump in place eagerly at the idea of even having a class to participate with in the first place. She had never been to school- a public one, that is. She was home schooled as a kid, so the whole 'socialize nicely' thing wasn't particular her experience. She just wanted to make friends, after all.<br />
<br />
Glancing over at a sudden tap on her shoulder, the blue-haired boy lifted up a white board to her face, making the succubus squint at the Japanese written out for her. <br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Are we going in?</span><br />
<br />
Yukiji lifted her gaze and nodded her head, grinning ear to ear. <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">"You two ready back there? I'm so fuckin' ready to meet these assholes that are all over the news."</span> Yuu cheered, a happy grin on her face despite her friends obvious nervousness over this whole thing. <br />
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			<title><![CDATA[TAKE MY HAND && raiden! [private]]]></title>
			<link>https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=7926</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2018 05:32:55 +0000</pubDate>
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[spoiler=aburame yukiji, f, 16.]■Name: Aburame Yukiji "Yuu"<br />
■Hero Name: Succubi<br />
■Age: 16<br />
■Height: 5"6<br />
■Weight: 150 lbs<br />
■Build: Slim, well-rounded.<br />
■BloodType: O<br />
<br />
■Quirk Type: Emitter<br />
■Quirk Name: Intoxicate<br />
■Quirk Capabilities: Depending on her opponents romantic/sexual orientation, she can brainwash them to the point of literal obsession; forcing them to follow her every command.<br />
■Skillset/Secondary Abilities: Incredibly agile, enhanced speed, quick decision making.<br />
<br />
■Equipment: Gloves that cover her hands [prevents her from using her quirk when she doesn't want to].<br />
<br />
■Alignment: Hero -- Chaotic Good<br />
<br />
■Affiliations: Class 1-A Student at U.A.[/spoiler]<br />
[spoiler=haruaki ryuu, m, 16.]■Name: Haruaki Ryuu <br />
- translates, haru = clear weather, aki = bright. literally meaning bright, clear weather, a play on his quirk. ryuu means dragon.<br />
- almost completely deaf, wears hearing aids and reads lips really really well. can verbally speak, but when his voice is weird he usually writes stuff down or signs.<br />
■Hero Name: Raijin<br />
■Age: 16<br />
■Height: 5"9<br />
■Weight: TBD LMAO I SUCK AT WEIGHTS<br />
■Build: Slim, seems smaller than he should be, but is well-built.<br />
■BloodType: AB<br />
<br />
■Quirk Type: Emitter<br />
■Quirk Name: Weathermotion<br />
■Quirk Capabilities: Controls weather and its attributes, including the thunder and rain, as well as hail. Quite unstable due to mostly being affected by his emotions constantly stirring out of control. Static electricity is a side affect after he uses his quirk. Can predict the weather for the day.<br />
<br />
■Skillset/Secondary Abilities: Weather Forecasts, Battleground Adjusting, Enhanced senses of touch and smell, Long-distance support.<br />
<br />
■Equipment: Electricity conductors on his fists that look like brass knuckles. His hearing aids connect to every single piece of technology he has, including his costume's headset. They work similarly to google eyeglasses, using the details and sounds around him to alert him to when trouble is coming during hero work. He has a service dog, a golden retriever named Frito which follows him around throughout the day and wears a black vest and carries his brass knuckles in a pouch on his side as well as all of his hearing aid supplies.<br />
<br />
■Alignment: Hero - Lawful Good<br />
<br />
■Affiliations: Class 1-A Student @ U.A.[/spoiler]<br />
<br />
Aizawa, to be completely honest, was sick and fuckin' tired. Tired, as in he literally just wanted to get these introductions done so he could sleep. Fuck a lesson, he was going to conk the fuck out and sleep right there on his desk, and these students weren't going to fuckin' say shit about it. After all, free time was a safe haven for the students in Class 1-A, a time to study and do homework. Lord knows Kaminari and Mina need it. <br />
<br />
Behind the raven haired teacher stood four students, two of which were known as good childhood friends, having been raised in the same adoption agency from the moment they were dropped off at heroes doorsteps. The taller one, a slim male with kink-filled, wavy baby blue hair that reached to his mid-back in length, had been staring at the teacher with wide eyes, as if waiting for something to be said. <br />
<br />
The other, a girl whom was more mutated than normal, seemed to jump in place eagerly at the idea of even having a class to participate with in the first place. She had never been to school- a public one, that is. She was home schooled as a kid, so the whole 'socialize nicely' thing wasn't particular her experience. She just wanted to make friends, after all.<br />
<br />
Glancing over at a sudden tap on her shoulder, the blue-haired boy lifted up a white board to her face, making the succubus squint at the Japanese written out for her. <br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Are we going in?</span><br />
<br />
Yukiji lifted her gaze and nodded her head, grinning ear to ear. <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">"You two ready back there? I'm so fuckin' ready to meet these assholes that are all over the news."</span> Yuu cheered, a happy grin on her face despite her friends obvious nervousness over this whole thing. <br />
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[spoiler=aburame yukiji, f, 16.]■Name: Aburame Yukiji "Yuu"<br />
■Hero Name: Succubi<br />
■Age: 16<br />
■Height: 5"6<br />
■Weight: 150 lbs<br />
■Build: Slim, well-rounded.<br />
■BloodType: O<br />
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■Quirk Type: Emitter<br />
■Quirk Name: Intoxicate<br />
■Quirk Capabilities: Depending on her opponents romantic/sexual orientation, she can brainwash them to the point of literal obsession; forcing them to follow her every command.<br />
■Skillset/Secondary Abilities: Incredibly agile, enhanced speed, quick decision making.<br />
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■Equipment: Gloves that cover her hands [prevents her from using her quirk when she doesn't want to].<br />
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■Alignment: Hero -- Chaotic Good<br />
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■Affiliations: Class 1-A Student at U.A.[/spoiler]<br />
[spoiler=haruaki ryuu, m, 16.]■Name: Haruaki Ryuu <br />
- translates, haru = clear weather, aki = bright. literally meaning bright, clear weather, a play on his quirk. ryuu means dragon.<br />
- almost completely deaf, wears hearing aids and reads lips really really well. can verbally speak, but when his voice is weird he usually writes stuff down or signs.<br />
■Hero Name: Raijin<br />
■Age: 16<br />
■Height: 5"9<br />
■Weight: TBD LMAO I SUCK AT WEIGHTS<br />
■Build: Slim, seems smaller than he should be, but is well-built.<br />
■BloodType: AB<br />
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■Quirk Type: Emitter<br />
■Quirk Name: Weathermotion<br />
■Quirk Capabilities: Controls weather and its attributes, including the thunder and rain, as well as hail. Quite unstable due to mostly being affected by his emotions constantly stirring out of control. Static electricity is a side affect after he uses his quirk. Can predict the weather for the day.<br />
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■Skillset/Secondary Abilities: Weather Forecasts, Battleground Adjusting, Enhanced senses of touch and smell, Long-distance support.<br />
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■Equipment: Electricity conductors on his fists that look like brass knuckles. His hearing aids connect to every single piece of technology he has, including his costume's headset. They work similarly to google eyeglasses, using the details and sounds around him to alert him to when trouble is coming during hero work. He has a service dog, a golden retriever named Frito which follows him around throughout the day and wears a black vest and carries his brass knuckles in a pouch on his side as well as all of his hearing aid supplies.<br />
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■Alignment: Hero - Lawful Good<br />
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■Affiliations: Class 1-A Student @ U.A.[/spoiler]<br />
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Aizawa, to be completely honest, was sick and fuckin' tired. Tired, as in he literally just wanted to get these introductions done so he could sleep. Fuck a lesson, he was going to conk the fuck out and sleep right there on his desk, and these students weren't going to fuckin' say shit about it. After all, free time was a safe haven for the students in Class 1-A, a time to study and do homework. Lord knows Kaminari and Mina need it. <br />
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Behind the raven haired teacher stood four students, two of which were known as good childhood friends, having been raised in the same adoption agency from the moment they were dropped off at heroes doorsteps. The taller one, a slim male with kink-filled, wavy baby blue hair that reached to his mid-back in length, had been staring at the teacher with wide eyes, as if waiting for something to be said. <br />
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The other, a girl whom was more mutated than normal, seemed to jump in place eagerly at the idea of even having a class to participate with in the first place. She had never been to school- a public one, that is. She was home schooled as a kid, so the whole 'socialize nicely' thing wasn't particular her experience. She just wanted to make friends, after all.<br />
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Glancing over at a sudden tap on her shoulder, the blue-haired boy lifted up a white board to her face, making the succubus squint at the Japanese written out for her. <br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Are we going in?</span><br />
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Yukiji lifted her gaze and nodded her head, grinning ear to ear. <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">"You two ready back there? I'm so fuckin' ready to meet these assholes that are all over the news."</span> Yuu cheered, a happy grin on her face despite her friends obvious nervousness over this whole thing. <br />
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			<title><![CDATA[Love comes at a double edged blade|Private ]]></title>
			<link>https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=7881</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2018 22:07:13 +0000</pubDate>
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[member=1929]JERISIDIE[/member] <br />
This would be his first rebirth, a rebirth from his god body.  With all these things that were supposed to happen, having to agree to never go looking for Jerisidie.  That was what he agreed to, and that was what he did at least for the most part. But here was the thing, it just hurt to much not to go and look for the idiot.  <br />
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A pair of hands curled around a piping hot cup of tea, he would never understand human's craze for coffee it was horridly bitter and didn't settle very well with his stomach.  But tea suited him rather fine, and that was exactly what he drank with probably the sweetest thing he could find, but for now he settled for those twisted donuts that were pillowly and soft but great with tea. <br />
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After this it was time to wonder the streets again, in hopes of bumping into him again.  Sooner than later, he hated coming home to a empty bed and a aching heart. <br />
<div style="width: 350px; height: auto; font-family: arial; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #8CA6B5;">"<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Cause I love the way you shine on me</span>" <span style="text-decoration: line-through;" class="mycode_s">—--</span> Ammon / The pitts  / [abbr=Tags ] male/ blind/ ageles.[/abbr] / <a href="http://LINK" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url"><span style="color: #8CA6B5;" class="mycode_color">roleplayer</span></a></div></div></div></div>]]></description>
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[member=1929]JERISIDIE[/member] <br />
This would be his first rebirth, a rebirth from his god body.  With all these things that were supposed to happen, having to agree to never go looking for Jerisidie.  That was what he agreed to, and that was what he did at least for the most part. But here was the thing, it just hurt to much not to go and look for the idiot.  <br />
<br />
A pair of hands curled around a piping hot cup of tea, he would never understand human's craze for coffee it was horridly bitter and didn't settle very well with his stomach.  But tea suited him rather fine, and that was exactly what he drank with probably the sweetest thing he could find, but for now he settled for those twisted donuts that were pillowly and soft but great with tea. <br />
<br />
After this it was time to wonder the streets again, in hopes of bumping into him again.  Sooner than later, he hated coming home to a empty bed and a aching heart. <br />
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			<title><![CDATA[no pepperoni in italy . private]]></title>
			<link>https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=7307</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2018 12:45:36 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=426">CLOVE.</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align">[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: arial;"]<span style="color: white;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">♡ —</span></span> /fun fact, when we were in sicily, pepperoni pizza was not on the menu. at all. there was dragon ball pizZa tho<br />
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Trying to disentangle her hand from the dough for what felt like the 50th time, Clove let out an exasperated huff and sat back in her seat. Glancing around, it became clear that she was the only one having trouble with kneading. Everyone else's appeared smooth and shiny, while hers' was...not. Maybe it was the fact she'd tried to add in nearly a quarter of a packet of flour to the sticky dough, in order to combat the large amount of water that had spilled in to the bowl.<br />
<br />
Clove was usually a good cook. She enjoyed making baguettes and cinnamon rolls, and had been known to be quite experimental with her cake choices. <br />
The fact she was being beaten by pizza dough...Clove hoped no-one she knew was here to see the failure.<br />
Should she start again?<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">"Uh, hey -"</span> began the girl, standing up from her chair slightly in order to look for one of the guys running the workshop.<br />
<br />
[member=108]JERSEYBOY[/member] <br />
[align=center]<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="mycode_size"><a href="https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=2965.0" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">bio + tags</a></span></div>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align">[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: arial;"]<span style="color: white;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">♡ —</span></span> /fun fact, when we were in sicily, pepperoni pizza was not on the menu. at all. there was dragon ball pizZa tho<br />
<br />
Trying to disentangle her hand from the dough for what felt like the 50th time, Clove let out an exasperated huff and sat back in her seat. Glancing around, it became clear that she was the only one having trouble with kneading. Everyone else's appeared smooth and shiny, while hers' was...not. Maybe it was the fact she'd tried to add in nearly a quarter of a packet of flour to the sticky dough, in order to combat the large amount of water that had spilled in to the bowl.<br />
<br />
Clove was usually a good cook. She enjoyed making baguettes and cinnamon rolls, and had been known to be quite experimental with her cake choices. <br />
The fact she was being beaten by pizza dough...Clove hoped no-one she knew was here to see the failure.<br />
Should she start again?<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">"Uh, hey -"</span> began the girl, standing up from her chair slightly in order to look for one of the guys running the workshop.<br />
<br />
[member=108]JERSEYBOY[/member] <br />
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			<title><![CDATA[Arrogant Beth Parker } p.]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2018 05:42:29 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=697">Mattermore</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<title><![CDATA[SHOT THROUGH THE HEART :: death & reincarnation]]></title>
			<link>https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=6104</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2018 21:10:25 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=911">jikai !</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[there had been no warning. this was far from normal. the witch had been losing sleep even after san creado had brought back adrien agreste and chat noir. even after the panther had been brought home, the witch got no reprieve. his attitude had become short for it, and he had even pushed his beloved chat noir away. the two had developed a bond, one that brought them close in an impossible way.<br />
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maybe he regretted this, pushing away the one person he knew better than he could hope to know himself as he was. jikai had known, he always knew, when death would come for him. and now he lay out in the forest, back pushed between two roots of a massive redwood that quaked, sap leaking from its mighty boughs and bark, staining the wood a dark burgundy, a poor imitation of the bleeding witch. his breathing was laboured and wet, conscious of the crying man sitting at his side, hands touching. jikai expected the man to start fading away, they always did after they killed him. this one, a young man with long white hair and beautiful loss-filled pale yellow eyes, remained solid. drawing in another wavering breath he coughed, blood flying up his throat and out over his chest, staining his chin a dark ichor. his eyes shifted over to the man, wondering why his killer wasn't fading away.<br />
<br />
perhaps he had done something wrong in this life, or maybe the next life was his last reincarnation? because that's what he would do, he would reincarnate, usually as a babe, but this time it seemed that his reincarnation would be a fully grown man, and would be living in san creado. he growled his distaste, trying to shut down his pain receptors from firing their messages along his bond with chat noir. if they were disrupted, the new reincarnation of the witch would be at risk for memory loss, and as an undying soul, he feared that more than any enemy. he didn't want to forget himself or the others that were close with him, or lose the memories that he cherished.<br />
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an ornately decorated knife remained stuck in his chest, the remnant of his demise. choking on his own blood he breathed out, closing his eyes again and willing the redwood behind him to absorb his body and bones, to grow from his corpse, not to die with him. he had no choice, if a plant didnt tske his body's energy, it ran the risk of exploding and hurting the people, his life-energy as devastating as a bomb, being the only thing that would explode once it ate through his body.<br />
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he thought of the people he loved, his lips curling into a smile as he looked at the man again and xiaoxiao sadly and limply curled around his arm and shoulder. he didnt want to forget these people among a few, chat noir, rialto, marko, kade, mari, and god knows why, but alexander too. these were all people who had influenced his life in san creado in some way, and some he owed gratitude to, or he still needed to meet again so far along in their lives. giving one last shaking breath he pushed his power into the groaning redwood, the man's hysterical sobbing growing louder to a keening howl, the voice of a hound, warped by loss and grief.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[there had been no warning. this was far from normal. the witch had been losing sleep even after san creado had brought back adrien agreste and chat noir. even after the panther had been brought home, the witch got no reprieve. his attitude had become short for it, and he had even pushed his beloved chat noir away. the two had developed a bond, one that brought them close in an impossible way.<br />
<br />
maybe he regretted this, pushing away the one person he knew better than he could hope to know himself as he was. jikai had known, he always knew, when death would come for him. and now he lay out in the forest, back pushed between two roots of a massive redwood that quaked, sap leaking from its mighty boughs and bark, staining the wood a dark burgundy, a poor imitation of the bleeding witch. his breathing was laboured and wet, conscious of the crying man sitting at his side, hands touching. jikai expected the man to start fading away, they always did after they killed him. this one, a young man with long white hair and beautiful loss-filled pale yellow eyes, remained solid. drawing in another wavering breath he coughed, blood flying up his throat and out over his chest, staining his chin a dark ichor. his eyes shifted over to the man, wondering why his killer wasn't fading away.<br />
<br />
perhaps he had done something wrong in this life, or maybe the next life was his last reincarnation? because that's what he would do, he would reincarnate, usually as a babe, but this time it seemed that his reincarnation would be a fully grown man, and would be living in san creado. he growled his distaste, trying to shut down his pain receptors from firing their messages along his bond with chat noir. if they were disrupted, the new reincarnation of the witch would be at risk for memory loss, and as an undying soul, he feared that more than any enemy. he didn't want to forget himself or the others that were close with him, or lose the memories that he cherished.<br />
<br />
an ornately decorated knife remained stuck in his chest, the remnant of his demise. choking on his own blood he breathed out, closing his eyes again and willing the redwood behind him to absorb his body and bones, to grow from his corpse, not to die with him. he had no choice, if a plant didnt tske his body's energy, it ran the risk of exploding and hurting the people, his life-energy as devastating as a bomb, being the only thing that would explode once it ate through his body.<br />
<br />
he thought of the people he loved, his lips curling into a smile as he looked at the man again and xiaoxiao sadly and limply curled around his arm and shoulder. he didnt want to forget these people among a few, chat noir, rialto, marko, kade, mari, and god knows why, but alexander too. these were all people who had influenced his life in san creado in some way, and some he owed gratitude to, or he still needed to meet again so far along in their lives. giving one last shaking breath he pushed his power into the groaning redwood, the man's hysterical sobbing growing louder to a keening howl, the voice of a hound, warped by loss and grief.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[you know my dreams :: fiesta (ghosts & swimming)]]></title>
			<link>https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=5877</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2018 05:10:14 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=911">jikai !</a>]]></dc:creator>
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<span style="color: white;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">jikai <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">'toji'</span> horrel</span> -- male - witchling - 21 - homosexual polyromantic - attack in [color=#FFD700]#FFD700</span> &amp; tag [member=1929]jikai ![/member] - speech/thought in <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i"><span style="color: #151B54;" class="mycode_color">#151B54</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white;" class="mycode_color">☆▪☆▪☆▪☆▪☆<br />
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Location: <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Beach</span><br />
Bingo Slot(s): <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Hunting Ghosts &amp; Go Swimming</span><br />
Post Number: <span style="text-decoration: underline;" class="mycode_u">One</span><br />
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had tonight been an average night, jikai would have found himself coiled deep in his blankets, soothed by the nighttime noises made by the ocean lapping against the rocky beach. no, tonight he was out among the rocks, walking in the surf and following his senses.<br />
<br />
he had been woken early, woken by the whispers of the wind, of snatches of voices in his ears. his wards had been set off around his small shack, the young witch becoming more alert as he felt a medley of violent and passive emotions overwhelm his senses until he could catch his breathe and force the spirits away.<br />
<br />
he had to remember to pick up some iron items for his home, to keep the fae and sprites from his doors and step. he might be inclined towards nature within his magickal bounds, but on the other hand, he liked having a domestic life free of pine needles stabbing into the soles of his feet and squirrels nesting in his bedposts. <br />
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so why was he out in the surf exactly? why was he letting the cold white foam swirl up around his ankles and climb it's way up his calves to his thighs? he had been drawn like a puppet commanded by string and unsure commands, to come to the beach, the feeling of hands pushing him from his cozy hearth out through the woods on a wild chase. what he seemed was always out of sight, just around the corner, or holding itself so still as he passed on his mad dash.<br />
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his sprint had ended in the sea, water pushing up to and pulling away from his legs, an aching voice crooning out in the water, capturing the weak strings of his lonely broken heart that lay in shards at the bottom of his ribs. his heart thundered in his chest, slowing by the cold water's interference. he should have known by the first ward tripping that he was being called by a siren, a siren who had taken the voice of some long ago face he had known and voice he had loved more than the world itself. underlying the rich voice that he heard, he could hear the soft laughter of his lost son, his heart squeezing in longing for a time of which he could only remember in patches. <br />
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was it a ghost that he chased now, hunting down the last fading steps as they raced across the water that he must wade into, his face red with wind and tears as he screamed for them not to leave. the voice he longed for cut off suddenly, leaving the witch deep in the waters as it slithered into the water with a violent splash, panic over coming the young man's body so suddenly. water flooded his mouth and nose, hands raking the water as he kicked, fighting the fear of drowning as he called out for the plants he knew must be in the water. he was losing himself to the surf as his legs became entangled in the long creeping seaweed that refused to obey his jumbled and confused commands. he gave one desperate cry, knowing that his lack of ability to swim would be the one thing to kill him tonight. [color=#151B54]"Somebody, help!"</span> he choked out, voice ringing over waters that slipped and splashed, his head disappearing under water as he struggled to claw his way to the surface for air.]]></description>
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<span style="color: white;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">jikai <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">'toji'</span> horrel</span> -- male - witchling - 21 - homosexual polyromantic - attack in [color=#FFD700]#FFD700</span> &amp; tag [member=1929]jikai ![/member] - speech/thought in <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i"><span style="color: #151B54;" class="mycode_color">#151B54</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white;" class="mycode_color">☆▪☆▪☆▪☆▪☆<br />
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Location: <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Beach</span><br />
Bingo Slot(s): <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Hunting Ghosts &amp; Go Swimming</span><br />
Post Number: <span style="text-decoration: underline;" class="mycode_u">One</span><br />
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had tonight been an average night, jikai would have found himself coiled deep in his blankets, soothed by the nighttime noises made by the ocean lapping against the rocky beach. no, tonight he was out among the rocks, walking in the surf and following his senses.<br />
<br />
he had been woken early, woken by the whispers of the wind, of snatches of voices in his ears. his wards had been set off around his small shack, the young witch becoming more alert as he felt a medley of violent and passive emotions overwhelm his senses until he could catch his breathe and force the spirits away.<br />
<br />
he had to remember to pick up some iron items for his home, to keep the fae and sprites from his doors and step. he might be inclined towards nature within his magickal bounds, but on the other hand, he liked having a domestic life free of pine needles stabbing into the soles of his feet and squirrels nesting in his bedposts. <br />
<br />
so why was he out in the surf exactly? why was he letting the cold white foam swirl up around his ankles and climb it's way up his calves to his thighs? he had been drawn like a puppet commanded by string and unsure commands, to come to the beach, the feeling of hands pushing him from his cozy hearth out through the woods on a wild chase. what he seemed was always out of sight, just around the corner, or holding itself so still as he passed on his mad dash.<br />
<br />
his sprint had ended in the sea, water pushing up to and pulling away from his legs, an aching voice crooning out in the water, capturing the weak strings of his lonely broken heart that lay in shards at the bottom of his ribs. his heart thundered in his chest, slowing by the cold water's interference. he should have known by the first ward tripping that he was being called by a siren, a siren who had taken the voice of some long ago face he had known and voice he had loved more than the world itself. underlying the rich voice that he heard, he could hear the soft laughter of his lost son, his heart squeezing in longing for a time of which he could only remember in patches. <br />
<br />
was it a ghost that he chased now, hunting down the last fading steps as they raced across the water that he must wade into, his face red with wind and tears as he screamed for them not to leave. the voice he longed for cut off suddenly, leaving the witch deep in the waters as it slithered into the water with a violent splash, panic over coming the young man's body so suddenly. water flooded his mouth and nose, hands raking the water as he kicked, fighting the fear of drowning as he called out for the plants he knew must be in the water. he was losing himself to the surf as his legs became entangled in the long creeping seaweed that refused to obey his jumbled and confused commands. he gave one desperate cry, knowing that his lack of ability to swim would be the one thing to kill him tonight. [color=#151B54]"Somebody, help!"</span> he choked out, voice ringing over waters that slipped and splashed, his head disappearing under water as he struggled to claw his way to the surface for air.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[everything about you is too familiar :: ivy]]></title>
			<link>https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=5850</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2018 15:38:43 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=911">jikai !</a>]]></dc:creator>
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[color=white] the night before had included way too much drinking on the witchling's part, his head pounding as the toxins circulated through his body, seeking escape. he had come to the forest for some reason, to gather herbs or some other purpose. Now that it had back fired, he was a little lost, sitting in a clearing in the forest that woke slowly around him.<br />
<br />
holding his head in his hands he made quiet utterances, soft complaints as the birds began to sing and a chill set deep into his bones as the morning dew lifted from the grass and trees. shivering he looked down at himself, frowning at the soaked clothes hanging off his body, and the particularly green prosthetic leg he had made for himself, flowers and blooms covering the entirety of what was visible and pushing from under his shorts. yeah, last night was a hell of an event.<br />
<br />
sighing he rubbed at his face, sucking in a breath as he rolled himself to his knees and pushed towards the sky painted in a myriad of color and life. the redwoods towered far above his head, the dirt underneath him decidedly cold as he curled his bare toes. why again had he come out to the forest? he had no memory. today felt as if he was seeing it through two different sets of eyes, certain parts of the day looking familiar and others, a stranger more ... foggy detail. he chalked it up to his being incredibly and stupendously drunk the night before and suffering through this killer hangover.<br />
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[member=208]Ivy[/member] (San Creado,,,, sorry If I got the wrong nymph pff)]]></description>
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<br />
[color=white] the night before had included way too much drinking on the witchling's part, his head pounding as the toxins circulated through his body, seeking escape. he had come to the forest for some reason, to gather herbs or some other purpose. Now that it had back fired, he was a little lost, sitting in a clearing in the forest that woke slowly around him.<br />
<br />
holding his head in his hands he made quiet utterances, soft complaints as the birds began to sing and a chill set deep into his bones as the morning dew lifted from the grass and trees. shivering he looked down at himself, frowning at the soaked clothes hanging off his body, and the particularly green prosthetic leg he had made for himself, flowers and blooms covering the entirety of what was visible and pushing from under his shorts. yeah, last night was a hell of an event.<br />
<br />
sighing he rubbed at his face, sucking in a breath as he rolled himself to his knees and pushed towards the sky painted in a myriad of color and life. the redwoods towered far above his head, the dirt underneath him decidedly cold as he curled his bare toes. why again had he come out to the forest? he had no memory. today felt as if he was seeing it through two different sets of eyes, certain parts of the day looking familiar and others, a stranger more ... foggy detail. he chalked it up to his being incredibly and stupendously drunk the night before and suffering through this killer hangover.<br />
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[member=208]Ivy[/member] (San Creado,,,, sorry If I got the wrong nymph pff)]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[GOD IS A WOMAN && performance.]]></title>
			<link>https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=5764</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 30 Aug 2018 22:48:39 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=373">CLEO O.</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="color: black;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">♡ — TAKE ME TO CHURCH, WORSHIP ME LIKE A GOD.</span><br />
Cleopatra was an entertainer, paid to dance for the enjoyment of others, but it wasn't like she didn't enjoy this. She loved to be admired, to have eyes enraptured by her, her audience on the edge of their seats. Her hair was down, her bangs braided back into a crown around her head. <a href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f0/07/5b/f0075b2c245de44ac32a9b3769bb72c9.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">Her clothing scheme was golden, orangish, earthy tones.</a> The bright golds and oranges accompanied her deeply tanned skin, accentuating them and bringing out the color of her eyes under the stage lights. <br />
<br />
She had arranged this on her own, but the belly dancer/entertainer was confident that people would at least want something to do with her. If this didn't work, she could always go back to old jobs. Although, her Belial lover wouldn't be too happy about such things. <br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">"Welcome, everyone!"</span> Cleo shouted over the crowds voices, the gathering bout of women and men and children alike had thrilled the egyptian goddess, but she merely began her dance. <br />
<br />
Her hips swayed to the music, as she began her intense, eye-catching dance for dominance against the song which played.<br />
<br />
//song: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHLHSlExFis" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHLHSlExFis</a><br />
</span></div>
[align=center]<div style="width: 400px; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: black;">[spoiler=tags :: updated 8/20]<span style="color: black;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">basics.</span></span><br />
✯ cleopatra omnium // cleo.<br />
✯ female // she/her<br />
✯ 23 years // mentally varies // spiritually old<br />
✯ member of the berserkers<br />
✯ no titles // no unofficial titles<br />
✯ reincarnated from cleopatra, the egyptian empress.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">appearance.</span></span><br />
✯ succubus <a href="https://www.fantasy-art-wallpaper.com/images/succubus.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">[ref]</a><br />
✯ In her normal, human-like form, Cleo has deeply tanned skin, an hour glass figure, a flat stomach, and curvy hips. Her hair is long, straight, and black, reaching her hips in length. She has deep, rich amber eyes, nearly golden in color. She has a beauty mark under her left eye.<br />
✯ <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">accessories -</span> Sports her thorned whip on her side, as well as her daggers. <br />
✯ <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">scars/marks/tattoos -</span> She has tattoos going up her right thigh and across her arms. Her ears are pierced normally. She has a scar across her back of three claw marks.<br />
✯ <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">accent -</span> Elegant, airy voice. Egyptian.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">relationships.</span></span><br />
✯ best friend<br />
✯ mentor/apprentice<br />
✯ [G1] npc x npc<br />
✯ sibling of nobody.<br />
✯ hyperpansexual // panromantic<br />
✯ taken // in love with luciano belial<br />
✯ no offspring<br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">interaction.</span></span><br />
✯ <a href="http://'LINK'" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">storage</a> // <a href="http://'LINK'" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">plot</a><br />
✯ physically hard // mentally hard // no powers<br />
✯ attack in <span style="text-decoration: underline;" class="mycode_u">underline</span>[/spoiler]</div></div>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="color: black;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">♡ — TAKE ME TO CHURCH, WORSHIP ME LIKE A GOD.</span><br />
Cleopatra was an entertainer, paid to dance for the enjoyment of others, but it wasn't like she didn't enjoy this. She loved to be admired, to have eyes enraptured by her, her audience on the edge of their seats. Her hair was down, her bangs braided back into a crown around her head. <a href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f0/07/5b/f0075b2c245de44ac32a9b3769bb72c9.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">Her clothing scheme was golden, orangish, earthy tones.</a> The bright golds and oranges accompanied her deeply tanned skin, accentuating them and bringing out the color of her eyes under the stage lights. <br />
<br />
She had arranged this on her own, but the belly dancer/entertainer was confident that people would at least want something to do with her. If this didn't work, she could always go back to old jobs. Although, her Belial lover wouldn't be too happy about such things. <br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">"Welcome, everyone!"</span> Cleo shouted over the crowds voices, the gathering bout of women and men and children alike had thrilled the egyptian goddess, but she merely began her dance. <br />
<br />
Her hips swayed to the music, as she began her intense, eye-catching dance for dominance against the song which played.<br />
<br />
//song: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHLHSlExFis" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHLHSlExFis</a><br />
</span></div>
[align=center]<div style="width: 400px; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: black;">[spoiler=tags :: updated 8/20]<span style="color: black;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">basics.</span></span><br />
✯ cleopatra omnium // cleo.<br />
✯ female // she/her<br />
✯ 23 years // mentally varies // spiritually old<br />
✯ member of the berserkers<br />
✯ no titles // no unofficial titles<br />
✯ reincarnated from cleopatra, the egyptian empress.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">appearance.</span></span><br />
✯ succubus <a href="https://www.fantasy-art-wallpaper.com/images/succubus.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">[ref]</a><br />
✯ In her normal, human-like form, Cleo has deeply tanned skin, an hour glass figure, a flat stomach, and curvy hips. Her hair is long, straight, and black, reaching her hips in length. She has deep, rich amber eyes, nearly golden in color. She has a beauty mark under her left eye.<br />
✯ <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">accessories -</span> Sports her thorned whip on her side, as well as her daggers. <br />
✯ <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">scars/marks/tattoos -</span> She has tattoos going up her right thigh and across her arms. Her ears are pierced normally. She has a scar across her back of three claw marks.<br />
✯ <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">accent -</span> Elegant, airy voice. Egyptian.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">relationships.</span></span><br />
✯ best friend<br />
✯ mentor/apprentice<br />
✯ [G1] npc x npc<br />
✯ sibling of nobody.<br />
✯ hyperpansexual // panromantic<br />
✯ taken // in love with luciano belial<br />
✯ no offspring<br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">interaction.</span></span><br />
✯ <a href="http://'LINK'" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">storage</a> // <a href="http://'LINK'" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">plot</a><br />
✯ physically hard // mentally hard // no powers<br />
✯ attack in <span style="text-decoration: underline;" class="mycode_u">underline</span>[/spoiler]</div></div>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[CHEAP MAGAZINES]]></title>
			<link>https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=5738</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2018 13:46:14 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=419">Rialto</a>]]></dc:creator>
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[table][tr][td][div style="width: 70px; height:70px; background-image:url(<a href="https://i.imgbox.com/4XVwGFUK.png" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">https://i.imgbox.com/4XVwGFUK.png</a>); background-size: cover; background-position: top;"][/td][td][div style="width: 100px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; color: #8A8A8A; line-height: 100%; padding-top: 5px; padding-left: 10px; opacity: 0.75; text-transform: lowercase"]Secrets on Broadway to the freeway, you're a keeper of crimes; Fear no conviction, grapes of wrath can only sweeten your wine<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="color: #D49093;" class="mycode_color">One couldn't hear</span></span> crashing waves against the shore, no matter how romantic it would've been, from the Ferris wheel more inland - but watching over the beach at the top of it, if one was brave enough to slowly climb up from one carriage to the other through all the swaying and eerie creaks of metal, made it seem like they <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">could</span>. Just observing the water flush ashore and scatter over the sand, drawing back, to then again gather a sweeping tide larger than the last. The Ferris wheel carriages were just barely suitable for residing in; its rotating function being less gravity-based and more through mechanical control, for the most part the Ferris wheel was stable, but the carriages rocked and clanked in the wind, seeming to shudder at every movement. As Ferris wheel carriages did.<br />
<br />
This, Rialto had trained himself not to mind. Having been living in one for months after the initial scrub at his carriage's rusting varnish, painting over it with tongues of gold and blue to mark, it was as though he no longer even noticed it swinging. Any reasonable living being wouldn't consciously put themselves at risk if there were clearly second options; it was understandable that while one <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">could</span> claim a carriage of their own to live in, as some did in the interest of shelter, it wasn't <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">smart</span>. Cooping up in long-abandoned apartment buildings with cobwebs between the broken wood panels and growing moss in the roof was wise. Setting up camp in a little metal cubicle with permanently opened windows, owing for the glass all shattering from the tsunami, and hardly enough room to even stand? Utterly appalling. Terrible. Not fun at all.<br />
<br />
Essentially why he'd elected for one as his primary haunt, Rialto might suppose. It was temporary, cold scrap metal over his head and the whole thing jam-packed with more creative materials than living necessities - a little distant, a lot dilapidated. Keeping himself on his toes, or whatever it was. <br />
<br />
The vampire was perched on the top of a carriage just three from the bottom, not out of sight but not in itself <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">low</span>, one leg hanging off the side and a mess of beads and strings in his lap that he was assembling absentmindedly. Bracelets for your phone: in the works. (Complexly interwoven loops that were even smaller than rings. Where would they even adhere to your phone? Good Question.) A pity that having a longer life and a tweaked digestive system meant half of nature was set on denying him; watching the sunset was about as romantic as watching the ocean, except he had to deck himself in full sun-protection gear. One turtleneck. Gloves. Hockey helmet. Carefully angled away from the sun. The whole shebang. He looked, hard, in the distance, as though he were contemplating something very deep and indeed worthy of looking long at the horizon for, wind tousling the hair around his face. <br />
<br />
He wouldn't be making his sales target this month, it seemed. That had been the case for the past six months as well. Silently lighting a candle for himself, Rialto took a long swig of blood soda, only to realise the can was empty. With that, he gave an aggrieved sigh and promptly tossed the can somewhere over his shoulder. <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Please</span>. It was so hard being talented.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align">[ <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">wc</span> &gt;200 if youd like to cross out a bingo!!<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">watch the sunset</span> 1/3<br />
winks w/ both eyes it's also possible to <a href="https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=5674.0" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">make a purchase</a>... from rialto. if u dare ]</div>
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[table][tr][td][div style="width: 70px; height:70px; background-image:url(<a href="https://i.imgbox.com/4XVwGFUK.png" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">https://i.imgbox.com/4XVwGFUK.png</a>); background-size: cover; background-position: top;"][/td][td][div style="width: 100px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; color: #8A8A8A; line-height: 100%; padding-top: 5px; padding-left: 10px; opacity: 0.75; text-transform: lowercase"]Secrets on Broadway to the freeway, you're a keeper of crimes; Fear no conviction, grapes of wrath can only sweeten your wine<br />
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<br />
<div style="width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; color: #606366; line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="color: #D49093;" class="mycode_color">One couldn't hear</span></span> crashing waves against the shore, no matter how romantic it would've been, from the Ferris wheel more inland - but watching over the beach at the top of it, if one was brave enough to slowly climb up from one carriage to the other through all the swaying and eerie creaks of metal, made it seem like they <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">could</span>. Just observing the water flush ashore and scatter over the sand, drawing back, to then again gather a sweeping tide larger than the last. The Ferris wheel carriages were just barely suitable for residing in; its rotating function being less gravity-based and more through mechanical control, for the most part the Ferris wheel was stable, but the carriages rocked and clanked in the wind, seeming to shudder at every movement. As Ferris wheel carriages did.<br />
<br />
This, Rialto had trained himself not to mind. Having been living in one for months after the initial scrub at his carriage's rusting varnish, painting over it with tongues of gold and blue to mark, it was as though he no longer even noticed it swinging. Any reasonable living being wouldn't consciously put themselves at risk if there were clearly second options; it was understandable that while one <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">could</span> claim a carriage of their own to live in, as some did in the interest of shelter, it wasn't <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">smart</span>. Cooping up in long-abandoned apartment buildings with cobwebs between the broken wood panels and growing moss in the roof was wise. Setting up camp in a little metal cubicle with permanently opened windows, owing for the glass all shattering from the tsunami, and hardly enough room to even stand? Utterly appalling. Terrible. Not fun at all.<br />
<br />
Essentially why he'd elected for one as his primary haunt, Rialto might suppose. It was temporary, cold scrap metal over his head and the whole thing jam-packed with more creative materials than living necessities - a little distant, a lot dilapidated. Keeping himself on his toes, or whatever it was. <br />
<br />
The vampire was perched on the top of a carriage just three from the bottom, not out of sight but not in itself <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">low</span>, one leg hanging off the side and a mess of beads and strings in his lap that he was assembling absentmindedly. Bracelets for your phone: in the works. (Complexly interwoven loops that were even smaller than rings. Where would they even adhere to your phone? Good Question.) A pity that having a longer life and a tweaked digestive system meant half of nature was set on denying him; watching the sunset was about as romantic as watching the ocean, except he had to deck himself in full sun-protection gear. One turtleneck. Gloves. Hockey helmet. Carefully angled away from the sun. The whole shebang. He looked, hard, in the distance, as though he were contemplating something very deep and indeed worthy of looking long at the horizon for, wind tousling the hair around his face. <br />
<br />
He wouldn't be making his sales target this month, it seemed. That had been the case for the past six months as well. Silently lighting a candle for himself, Rialto took a long swig of blood soda, only to realise the can was empty. With that, he gave an aggrieved sigh and promptly tossed the can somewhere over his shoulder. <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Please</span>. It was so hard being talented.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align">[ <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">wc</span> &gt;200 if youd like to cross out a bingo!!<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">watch the sunset</span> 1/3<br />
winks w/ both eyes it's also possible to <a href="https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=5674.0" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">make a purchase</a>... from rialto. if u dare ]</div>
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			<title><![CDATA[LONELINESS IS INFINITE && return, injured.]]></title>
			<link>https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=5687</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2018 15:33:14 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://mybbtest.beastsofbeyond.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=373">ADRIEN.</a>]]></dc:creator>
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They had come for him, but it was far too late for Chat to be able to walk home in his human form. He didn't want anyone to touch him, he couldn't let anyone touch him, with all of the knife wounds and whiplash marks he had all over his body. He was lucky that he had regenerative abilities, but still, there must have been something coating those knives. <br />
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Chat didn't know why he gave Adrien permission to wander outside of the house, especially when he knew that Adrien was bound to either get lost, or get captured and not take the heat of a fight. Chat was the stronger, dominant personality, built to defend and take the damage that Adrien couldn't. The moment the Berserkers tied him to that damned wheel, Adrien had switched with Chat out of fear. Each and every knife wound, whip crack, ear yank, Chat felt. He felt everything, and was paying for it now. <br />
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Chat Noir couldn't blame Adrien for this, though. Adrien had his reasons, but still.. It didn't feel right. Chat limped his way through the crowd, whether or not his rescuees had come with him or not, he didn't care. He was bleeding out, the droplets of scarlet dripping onto the hot sand as he made his way to the emergency room. He needed medical care. <br />
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MALE<br />
18 Y/O<br />
WERECAT<br />
SAN CREADO<br />
- MEMBER<br />
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They had come for him, but it was far too late for Chat to be able to walk home in his human form. He didn't want anyone to touch him, he couldn't let anyone touch him, with all of the knife wounds and whiplash marks he had all over his body. He was lucky that he had regenerative abilities, but still, there must have been something coating those knives. <br />
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Chat didn't know why he gave Adrien permission to wander outside of the house, especially when he knew that Adrien was bound to either get lost, or get captured and not take the heat of a fight. Chat was the stronger, dominant personality, built to defend and take the damage that Adrien couldn't. The moment the Berserkers tied him to that damned wheel, Adrien had switched with Chat out of fear. Each and every knife wound, whip crack, ear yank, Chat felt. He felt everything, and was paying for it now. <br />
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Chat Noir couldn't blame Adrien for this, though. Adrien had his reasons, but still.. It didn't feel right. Chat limped his way through the crowd, whether or not his rescuees had come with him or not, he didn't care. He was bleeding out, the droplets of scarlet dripping onto the hot sand as he made his way to the emergency room. He needed medical care. <br />
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