Nickelstep

[echo]

N I C K E L S T E P
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Well I'm what I am,
and I'm what I'm not.
I'm sure happy with what I've got.
I live to love and laugh a lot,
And thats all I need.



General Info

Name. Nickelstep
Warrior Name. Nickelstep
Nicknames. Nick

Gender. Male
Age. 2 Summers

Birth Clan. Rouge
Past Clans. N/A
Current Clan. Ivoryclan
Rank. Warrior


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Appearance

Build. Somewhat leaning towards the heavier side, but not fat. Call him what you want, but he calls himself big boned.
Fur. Orange and white tabby patterns with a white patch on his upper chest to lower neck. Also with two white front paws, and the average orange paws in the back.
Eyes. His eyes are a striking green hued the color of fresh clovers.
Battle Scars. None yet.


Personality. Fiery, feisty, energetic, devious, dangerous, humourus, feigned, and passionate.
Hobbies and talents. Fighting is his strong point from his life as a rouge, that's why he excells as a warrior. Even if he feels like he can't win, he won't show it, he'll do the exact other. He'll hid it in any way he can. He gives his all in a battle.
Faults and dislikes. Tends to over react about many things, has minor OCD, and is somewhat bipolar.


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History

Parents. Anastasia x Boa
Siblings. Carthian
Teaching Me. None
Proteges. None
Closer than a friend. None
After me. None
Other Family. None
Gone but unforgotten. His parents; Anastasia and Boa. His brother; Carthian.

History.
Nick was born a rouge, out of Anastasia and Boa to an already started family. His brother, Carthian had been born one year before him. His bipolar disorder and OCD brought him to kill his rother after a fight they had not even one year after he was born. Nothing else will be explained on the topic. Because of this his parents exiled him from their family, and he wandered on his own for a few months before finding Ivoryclan, and getting word that his parents had been killed by twolegs.
Since then.
Nothing to record as of now.

Companionship.
None to record as of now.
Enmity.
None to record as of now.
Otherwise known.
None to record as of now.


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Pics
Main Picture
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In Addendum

Rubbish Cow

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Roleplaying Sample
i don't know if this is what your looking for; but this is a post from a horse roleplay.

be a demon babe, show me what you can do. thats what he wanted to say, for that us what is asked of every female by a hellion equine. but she had something different about her, something that made her sweetness hit his auds in a positive way. what it was? no idea.

.&&______ buttermilk appendages pricked forward, filling with the ashen fae's candy coated lyrics. ebonite tassels tumbled down the boy's tawny nape as his crown was tossed into the night air. no name as of now, but that would change with his next words. there wasn't the slightest chance this conversation would continue without the exchange of callings. red oak was strewn about, but it wasn't covering the array of delicate snow crystals that engulfed the area. what a nice night it was, and this girl was adding to it; something that it lacked.

go stop the show, choppy words and a sloppy flow. shotgun opera lock and load, thingy it back and then watch it go. mama help me I've been cursed, death is rolling in every verse. candy paint on his brand new hearse. can't contain him he knows he works, fxck this hurts, I won't lie. doesn't matter how hard I try, half the words don't mean a thing, and I know that I wont be satisfied. so why try ignoring him? make it a dirt dance floor again. say your prayers and stomp it out, when they bring that chorus in.

.&&______ an ebonite dagger was thrown against the ground, only to feel the pain of something digging into the soft skin of his frog, "d**nit." the cursed vocals were released as he strained his ocean water lenses to view what he had stepped on. rusty wire? there had never been a trace of human contact with dream fields since he had been there, and in the main gathering place of all of the equines it beheld? that was something to watch for. he shook his buckskin nape, tossing his charcoal mane from side to side. looking back from the old fencing material and up at the vixen once more, he smirked letting his orbs travel over her bod once more. his maw parted slightly to give a response to her previous honey drizzled lyrics. "babe, as far as your concerned, i could be the bougie man. did you ever think of that? but i am glad you chose to come out here in this flurrie, for i'm out here to. that makes it perfect." flared nares took in her scent as he tried to identify where she had come from. he didn't pick up the distinct smells of another herd, but she was in the outskirts of harmonic caves, a place for claiming. the luck of the irish was on his side once more, how fortunate he was.

thinking happened a lot with this man, for he had come from a human intellegance center before he had came to these lands. ah, now your fortunate enough to know where this brute got his name. yes, it was given because of the schooling background he came from. arithmetic.. just rolls of the tounge doesn't it?

.&&______ mind drifted back to that pain in his blade, and that led back to the contact that this area must have had with humans previously. it was quite scary actually, remembering what those people were capable of. the cruel animal testing that they administared on him, the drugs he was given and the alchohol that was injected into his potent muscles. at that time, he was his own worst enemy. those chemicals had an affect of him that he couldn't deny. but he had never left the drinks behind, he found alchohol wherever he could.

he was no doubt, an addict.

___ the puppet; arithmetic
___ the word count; 673
___ the soundscape; bleed it out - linkin park, and my own worst enemy - lit.
___ the coments; sorry it was shoter than yours <3
___ the status; done.

[რoonwhisker]

Accepted (:



RENEDIT// I have no idea who this was, but as they're no longer a member, I'm going to go ahead and move this to the "pending profiles" section. =3