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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 10:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 10:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 10:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 11:11 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 11:17 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 11:43 am
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Name: Akira Spade Age: 19 Hair: White Eye color: Chestnut Race: Human Skills: Cooking, math Weaknesses: Organization, cats Likes: Music, cooking, animals, cats Dislikes; Hot days, keeping organized Small Bio: Akira always liked animals, especially cats, although he hasn't met any catgirls in his smaller home town. He loved cooking however and when he moved away to another town he started his own cafe. A day before opening, a cat-girl store opened up and needless to say his interest was peaked.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 4:02 pm
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Name: Luna Fierté Age: 18 Hair and/or Fur color: A blonde with fair skin. Her ears and tail are jet black. Eye color: Sapphire Blue Race and/or Breed: Fierran - a breed known for their agility and athleticism, but also their difficulty to train. Skills: Amazing with her hands and picks up trades quickly when she wants to. She has quite the silver tongue when the situation calls for it, but an even keener sense for people and personalities. Enjoys tricking and sometimes manipulating others, especially those who consider them her peer. Had a mentor in the blacksmith arts, but he has since gone. She has a working sense around a hammer and anvil. Weaknesses: Hates authority and doesn't take too kindly to orders coming from people she doesn't respect. Only does things when convenient for her. Small Bio: From her early years, she grew up as an alley cat. Stealing and manipulation were common means of survival, and she was great at it. With her speed, agility, and stamina, escape was quick and easy. Not knowing how she came to this city or if she had a family, she roamed the streets aimlessly in search of food and shelter, becoming incredibly proficient at lock picking and pickpocketing.
Without any real emotional bond with people, getting close or feeling empathy or sympathy for her victims seemed irrelevant and trivial. She could have been construed as a sociopath, however, at the age of 14, this unconcerned and gelid personality started to melt. During one of her runs, she came upon what seemed to be a rather wealthy establishment. Taking a look inside, bag slung over her right shoulder, already full of what seemed to be valuables, she crept quickly through the corridors of the building. Because of her poor education, she didn't quite understand what she was seeing, from hammers to anvils to sweltering coals. A few moments of curiosity passed by just before a shout came from the upper floors. Frightened she bolted for the exit, bashing through the front door and making her way down the street. Just before turning the corner, she looked back, seeing nothing more than an old man and a candle lit lantern. He wasn't shouting, just watching, a sympathetic expression over his face. For the next several months, she would pass by at nights finding a tray of fresh fish and warm milk by the front door, as if it were left out just for her.
This routine continued until one night, Luna arrived at the shop late. Before she could start her meal, the old man opened the door to retrieve the tray just to find the petite cat girl frozen, staring at him in surprise. With a warm smile and an inviting door, he pierced Luna's cold, loner persona. That day, at age 14, was the day she began to understand the warmth of another. She was no longer alone.
His name was Ernest Fierté, a famous blacksmith, known for his metal work and attention to detail, producing masterful works with intricate designs. He gave her shelter, food, warmth, and most importantly a name: Lunaleska. Years passed and she became incredibly proficient assisting him in the trade of his company, soaking up his talents and learning his craft. He was old, but no less strong willed or energetic.
Within 3 years, she had become a smith's maid by trade, leaving her life as a thief well behind her and gaining a family of one; the first and possibly the last person she would ever trust.
On the 4th year, however, the once bustling blacksmith, Ernest, had turned incredibly ill, unable to work, or even walk for that matter. For his last few months, Luna did all she could to help ease his pain before his untimely and unfortunate passing on. Without his expertise and guidance, the shop closed down and she was soon after evicted. With no where else to turn, and with her life as a thief since gone, she turns to a maid agency for potential employment, maybe even a new home.
(( Eesh, sorry for that long bio... I'll just.. sit now. ._. So when can we start RPing?))
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 4:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 4:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 4:53 pm
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Her ears flickered to the sound of her bell collar as she stepped up to the show room, face flushes as she constantly padded down her maid like skirt with it's maid like frilly-thingies. "...." she made her way out to the other maids, not necessarily trained or experienced in this type of job fair.
Enter Lunaleska Fierté, a 5'4" tall, blond haired, black furred Fierra with little to no experience with manners or of being polite. Her azure eyes flickered about the room, not necessarily knowing what to expect, yet still completely out of her element.
It wasn't as though she was shy, necessarily, but for her rash and against-the-grain attitude, this all seemed so... beneath her. But, being out on the streets again wasn't exactly something she was eager to get back to.
So for now, she could try her best to fake it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 4:54 pm
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