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 Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 10:40 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 10:50 am
LA LA LA
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LA LA LA
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[Vitals]
♦ Name: Hazard
♦ Meaning: A dangerous 
♦ Gender: Male
♦ Age: Young Adult
♦ Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, maybe willing to experiment with guys.
[Physical]
♦ Appearance: Aside from his hair and tail, Hazard's an average demonic in terms of bodily shape. He's fairly strong, but carries himself with a slouch. [More later~]
♦ Strengths:
♦ Weaknesses:
♦ Voice:
[Personality]
♦ Likes:
♦ Dislikes:
♦ Summary:
[Relations]
♦ Siblings:
♦ Mate: None
♦ Offspring: None
[History]
♦ Early:
♦ Current:
[Other]
♦ Acquired By: Livestream Create-A-Noodle Thing
♦ RP Color: Dark Candy Apple Red - #A40000
♦ Colorist: DeeJaye
[Pictures]
♦ Cert
[Music]
♦ A LINK - ARTIST
♦ Lyric Song - Artist (Lyrics Used in this Profile)
[Roleplay]
♦Roleplay Status: Open?
♦Desired Plots: Friendship, Romance, Others
♦RP Log Links:
- None as of YetLA LA LA
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 10:51 am
[Currently Thinking...]
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[Thoughts on Others]
♦ Name: ""
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 10:57 am
All we wanna do is eat your brains.
We're not unreasonable
I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes.
[Vitals]
♦ Name: Croaker
♦ Meaning: One who croaks. 
♦ Gender: Male
♦ Age: Adult
♦ Sexual Orientation: Unknown
[Physical]
♦ Appearance: Croaker,'s body was donated to science, and reanimated in the middle of dissection. As such, he's a bit... well, not hideously disfigured, but his organs are showing and his skin is reflected back. Green fur and scales remain slimy and wet, and he carries the pins from the dissection to this day. His grotesque appearance is only enhanced by the lingering stench of formaldehyde and the squelching sounds that his paws make with every hop.
♦ Strengths: Can leap long distances, doesn't feel pain, has a long prehensile tongue.
♦ Weaknesses: Constant hunger for blood and flesh, doesn't feel pain, technically dead.
♦ Voice: Croaker ribbits like a frog most times, but has also been known to mumble and groan like your average zombie. He hasn't managed to regain his grasp on language as of yet, so his speech is pretty much limited to broken mimicry with no true understanding behind it.
[Personality]
♦ Likes: Blood, brains, hopping, feasting, swamps, annoying people with his sounds and tongue
♦ Dislikes: Victims escaping, zombie hunters and the like
♦ Summary: For the most part, Croaker's a mindless zombie. He hungers for blood, brains, and flesh. What little emotion and judgment he shows is very basic and childlike. He used to be a responsible and well-loved pharmacist, but there isn't much left of this old self left in Croaker. What little there may be hasn't been seen yet, and will take some digging to find.
[Relations]
♦ Mate: None
♦ Offspring: None
[History]
♦ Early: The being now known as Croaker was born as Elijah Hopsford, and had a normal childhood. He lived in a swamp with his family, and ran the local drugstore. Prior to his expected death due to a fatal disease contracted during a vacation, he made the proper arrangements to have his corpse donated to science. His family honored his wishes and saw their son off in tears. Luckily, they have no idea what necromancy has made of their boy's corpse. If they had any idea that he'd been reanimated rather than dissected by the young inquiring minds that Elijah so admired... well, they'd probably sue.
♦ Current: The zombie fortunately hasn't managed to kill or torment that many poor noodles as of yet. He's working on it, though.
[Other]
♦ Acquired By: Zombie Raffle
♦ RP Color: Olive
♦ Colorist: Geyser Eelborn
[Pictures]
♦ Uncert
[Music]
♦ Resident Evil Main Theme - Marilyn Manson and Marco Beltrami
♦ Re: Your Brains - Jonathan Coulton (Lyrics Used in this Profile)
[Roleplay]
♦Roleplay Status: Open?
♦Desired Plots: Friendship, Romance, Others
♦RP Log Links:
- None as of YetAll we wanna do is eat your brains.
We're at an impasse here
Maybe we should compromise:
If you open up the doors
We'll all come inside and eat your brains.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 10:58 am
[Currently Thinking...]
Croaker doesn't exactly think in a way that makes much sense. He's content at the moment, though.
[Thoughts on Others]
♦ Nick: "Riiiibbit."
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 2:43 pm
I know that your powers of retention
Are as wet as a warthog's backside
But thick as you are, pay attention
My words are a matter of pride
[Vitals]
♦ Name: Scar
♦ Meaning: Refers to the scar over his eye. Birth name was Taka.
♦ Gender: Male
♦ Age: Adult
♦ Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
[Physical]
♦ Appearance:
♦ Strengths: Sharp claws, superior intellect.
♦ Weaknesses: He isn't as physically strong as most lions.
♦ Voice:
[Personality]
♦ Likes:
♦ Dislikes:
♦ Summary:
[Relations]
♦ Brother: Mufasa
♦ Mate: None
♦ Offspring: Ikenna, Kannexi
[History]
♦ Early:
♦ Current:
[Other]
♦ Acquired By: The Lion King Event: RP Contest
♦ RP Color: Dark Green
♦ Colorist: Pixel-X-Bunny
[Pictures]
♦ Cert
[Music]
♦ A LINK - ARTIST
♦ Be Prepared - The Lion King Soundtrack (Lyrics Used in this Profile)
[Roleplay]
♦Roleplay Status: Open?
♦Desired Plots: Friendship, Romance, Others
♦RP Log Links:
- None as of YetI know it sounds sordid
But you'll be rewarded
When at last I am given my dues
And injustice deliciously squared
Be prepared!
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 2:44 pm
[Currently Thinking...]
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[Thoughts on Others]
♦ Name: ""
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 3:50 pm
Food Glorious Food
Flesh picked off the dead ones
Rank, rotten or chewed
Soon we'll be the fed ones
[Vitals]
♦ Name: Ed
♦ Meaning: Wealthy guard, or wealthy friend 
♦ Gender: Male
♦ Age: Adult
♦ Sexual Orientation: Unknown
[Physical]
♦ Appearance: Ed's a hyena, and as such possesses a mane and tail befitting his species. The fur, grey and spotted, is never particularly clean. In fact, it could be safely assumed that he has a slight problem with fleas. Due to previous fights with his packmates, this male's ears have sustained a few permanent notches. His plump body and long, stick-like legs lend to him a comical sort of outline, which is further amplified by his rather brainless expression. His eyes are wide and often stare off into different directions, and his tongue lolls out of his mouth almost constantly when he isn't busy laughing.
♦ Strengths: Strong hyena jaws, fairly observant
♦ Weaknesses: He can be clumsy, and he's stupid enough to gnaw on his own leg rather than his enemy's.
♦ Voice: Ed doesn't speak much. His primary modes of communication are gibberish and, more commonly, laughter. The variety of emotion he can express through laughter can be surprising, so don't be quick to dismiss him as unexpressive due simply to his lack of communication through words.
[Personality]
♦ Likes: Laughing, food, eating, his pack, revenge, chasing wildebeest, chewing, fighting
♦ Dislikes: Lions, traitors, starving, meerkats, being pinned down
♦ Summary: This may not come as much of a surprise, but no one's certain about what goes on in Ed's head. On the surface, he seems to be a mindless, downright stupid sort of hyena, laughing and nodding at whatever seems to be appropriate at the time. But those who take a little time to get to know Ed might suspect that this complete insanity is nothing but an act, and that he's actually quite aware of what's going on around him. Whatever the case may be, he's actually a bit obnoxious in the way he behaves. He'll laugh at whatever he finds funny or amusing, regardless of whether or not it's appropriate to do so. Teasing is a favorite pastime of his, but at least he's unquestioningly loyal to his superiors whenever they're around.
[Relations]
♦ Mate: None
♦ Offspring: None
[History]
♦ Early: Ed's origins are unknown, since he's never really discussed them with anyone. The most prominent events in his past involve his allegiance to Scar along with his friends Banzai and Shenzi. He was one of the hyenas who tried to kill a young Simba on multiple occasions, and fought against the lionesses on the night that the rightful king regained the throne. Notably, he also took part in Scar's mauling. He and the rest of the hyenas left the Pridelands at some point after Simba regained control. Where they went is unknown.
♦ Current: Ed has found his way back to the Pridelands, and dances frequently over the borders between the Pridelands, Outlands, and Elephant Graveyard. Up to this point, he seems to be without his usual companions, and no one is sure why. [ If you own Banzai or Shenzi and want to back-plot something to change his status as a loner, let me know. ]
[Other]
♦ Acquired By: The Lion King Event - Raffle
♦ RP Color: Silver
♦ Colorist: Pixel-x-Bunny
[Pictures]
♦ Cert
[Music]
♦ Hyenas - The Lion King OST
♦ Food Glorious Food - Ice Age 2 OST (Lyrics Used in this Profile)
[Roleplay]
♦Roleplay Status: Open?
♦Desired Plots: Friendship, Romance, Hyena Pack Stuff, Others
♦RP Log Links:
- None as of YetJust thinking of putrid meat
Puts us in a mood
For food, glorious food
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 3:52 pm
[Currently Thinking...]
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[Thoughts on Others]
♦ Scar: ""
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 5:13 pm
Look at me now, we're on the town
Kicking up dust, it's all for us
City lights, pretty lights
Just take me out to play
[Vitals]
♦ Name: Paige
♦ Meaning: Young servant
♦ Gender: Female
♦ Age: Adult
♦ Sexual Orientation: Bi-curious, leaning on heterosexual.
[Physical]
♦ Appearance: Paige is a small, pudgy noodle with short, somewhat curly fur. Her pelt is made up of several different colors, all organized in patches sewn together. The fact that her seams sometimes pop to reveal stuffing underneath the surface suggest that she's not exactly a normal noodle. Being a confident individual, she usually carries herself with a bouncy, dainty sort of walk, and holds her head high.
♦ Strengths: If she's harmed, she can simply sew herself back together.
♦ Weaknesses: Her seams come undone sometimes, especially the ones on her side and eye patch.
♦ Voice: Paige has a somewhat average sort of speech pattern and vocabulary, perhaps slightly elevated by her upbringing and education around upper-class noodles. Unlike her body, her voice isn't usually soft; she likes to speak a little on the loud side, and does so in a self-assured manner. The pitch is even, neither particularly high or low.
[Personality]
♦ Likes: Sewing, knitting, socializing, seeing new places, movies, flowers, music, reading, sweets
♦ Dislikes: Mud, her foot falling off, stagnation, being alone
♦ Summary: A fairly kindly and outgoing fox, Paige has a tendency to strike up friendships quickly. She'll often try her best to get on someone's good side, since she enjoys having connections in every city she visits. Unfortunately, Paige is a bossy little thing sometimes, but she doesn't seem to notice it. She'll tell others what they should do and call people out if she thinks they're wrong without a second thought. Perhaps the best way to refer to this trait of hers is "overly helpful." [More later, as she's RPed.]
[Relations]
♦ Mate: None
♦ Offspring: None
[History]
♦ Early: Paige was created by a barren seamstress some years ago. Her "mother," a servant under a well-known family of nobles, treated the plush as a child after her mate left her for a female capable of producing bowls. Life was breathed into the plush by a mysterious passing witch, and Paige's first sight was the female that she called Mother. The witch departed before the tearfully grateful Mother could thank her. As the months rolled by, Paige was reared by the single seamstress, enjoying every moment and lesson. The ragdoll-made-noodle had every intention of assuming her mother's position so that she could retire, but it was not to be. The generous master of the house offered to send Paige off to school, and her mother implored her to leap on the opportunity. So, she did. She attended a university in a big city, which was a huge shock to someone so used to living in the countryside. Eventually, she managed to find her place in the metropolitan setting, and completed her studies without many problems. When she returned to the mansion, she was shocked to find herself with new feelings toward her previous position in life. The quiet of the countryside made her feel restless, and her old dream of living as a seamstress for the nobles for the rest of her life seemed like a miserable prospect. Her mother noticed this restlessness, and encouraged Paige to seek her fortunes in the wider world for a few years until she wanted to settle back down. Deep down, they both knew that she would probably never return. Paige left the mansion, bidding a fond farewell to her mother and the head of the household. The little doll writes her mother often.
♦ Current: Paige landed in this neighborhood on a chilly winter evening. She hasn't met anyone interesting as of yet, and is trying to get her bearings.
[Other]
♦ Acquired By: Christmas Create-a-Plushie Gift from Silver~ <3
♦ RP Color: Cornflower Blue
♦ Colorist: icy serenade
[Pictures]
♦ Cert
[Music]
♦ A LINK - ARTIST
♦ City Lights - Priscilla Ahn (Lyrics Used in this Profile)
[Roleplay]
♦Roleplay Status: Open?
♦Desired Plots: Friendship, Romance, Others
♦RP Log Links:
- None as of YetButtons and ribbons are finding their place
Smearing the make-up I put on my face
Spiders and lizards are tying my shoes
Whispering, da da da
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 5:14 pm
[Currently Thinking...]
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[Thoughts on Others]
♦ Name: ""
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 5:24 pm
There's a ladder tear in my high ideals
Like I took a chair on the battlefield
And any noble fire that was burning in my chest
Is acid in my belly at the very best
[Vitals]
♦ Name: Juturnia Kryik
♦ Meaning: Derived from Juturna, the Roman goddess of fountains and springs. Kryik is her father's surname.
♦ Gender: Female
♦ Age: Kit
♦ Sexual Orientation: Unknown
[Physical]
♦ Appearance: Juturnia is a turian, and is therefore covered in natural armor plating. She's around the average size for a kit, and pays little attention to perfectly grooming her fluffy, glossy fur. Her walk is springy, and she tends to make a bit of a racket since she's so full of energy. Subtlety is not her strong suit.
♦ Strengths: Fairly athletic, but nothing else has showed itself so far.
♦ Weaknesses: Inability to eat Earth foods, and a natural squeamishness that she tries her best to hide.
♦ Voice: Juturnia, while physically a very active and competitive type, doesn't speak in a boastful manner at all. As a matter of fact, she's very quiet. Like all turians, she possesses an echo-like twang in her voice, which is a little on the lower pitched side.
[Personality]
♦ Likes: The smell of tea, her family, stars, wrestling, jewelry, aliens
♦ Dislikes: Irresponsibility, racism, Tupari!, failure
♦ Summary: ((Concept. Subject to change upon actual RP development.)) Juturnia is tough, but fairly reserved. She's that sort of female that peers out at a scene from the corner, calmly observing until she feels like her involvement is actually needed. Those that mistake her inaction for cowardice are in for a surprise; Juturnia's deeds, when she finally performs them, are often drastic and daring. She likes to think of herself as the one who will get things done, no matter what lengths she has to go to in order to see her plans through. While she's confident in herself and actually quite responsible, she is somewhat easy to manipulate; her eagerness to help can be taken advantage of by anyone who knows of her overwhelming desire to change the world for the better and her willingness to do "whatever it damn-well takes" to do so. At any rate, her overall disposition is rather lonely. She's one of those people that prefers a small, tight-knit circle of friends and family over knowing everyone in the room, and she values her moments of complete solitude. Around those she's close to, she's friendly and helpful, but she doesn't put much effort into having fun. If anything, she could be blamed for being too serious. [More as she's RPed.]
[Relations]
♦ Father: Nihlus Kryik
♦ Mother: Bianca
♦ Sibling: Jordan
♦ Mate: None
♦ Offspring: None
[History]
♦ Early: Even from the first day of her life, it was clear that Juturnia would not live a usual existence. She and her sister Jordan appeared before their father, a member of an alien race known as turians, while he was out on a stroll one day. Their mother, an earth-noodle, fled from her parental duties on first sight, unprepared to face the responsibilities of parenthood. Nihlus took the bowls home, but not before they were discovered by his old mentor Saren. Little did Juturnia know it at the time, but this other turian would likely have a huge impact on her life in the future.
In the days that followed, their father grew increasingly concerned for his children's futures; the possibility of their being turians was looming overhead. You see, the stranded alien was facing starvation himself due to the inability for turians to ingest Earth foods. Desperately searching for a solution, Nihlus slowly began neglecting the bowls aside from painting traditional sorts of insignias upon them. Luckily, Bianca came calling once again, took up her role as mother, and introduced an element of balance that the budding family sorely needed. The family of four began living as normally as they could given their rather unique circumstances.
♦ Current: Now that Juturnia has been reunited with her mother, she and her sister are living a fairly normal life as bowls. That is, aside from the looming threat of being a turian and starving to death as a result of incompatibility with the chemical composition of Earth's food supply.
[Other]
♦ Acquired By: Nihlus x Bianca CC Breeding Birthday Gift from Deeeeeeej~ <333
♦ RP Color: Rosy Brown
♦ Colorist: DeeJaye
[Pictures]
♦ Bowl
[Music]
♦ Reflections - Jack Wall, Sam Hulick, David Kates & Jimmy Hinson
♦ High Ideals - Elbow (Lyrics Used in this Profile)
[Roleplay]
♦Roleplay Status: Open?
♦Desired Plots: Friendship, Others
♦RP Log Links:
- None as of YetOh, settle down little heart of mine
Oh, settle down, you're doing double time
You're so far away but she's right here by your side
Oh, settle down little heart of mine
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 5:26 pm
[Currently Thinking...]
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[Thoughts on Others]
♦ Name: ""
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 10:28 pm
Look how she lights up the sky
Ma belle Evangeline
So far above me yet I
Know her heart belongs to only me
[Vitals]
♦ Name: Ray
♦ Meaning: Shortened from Raymond; Counselor, protector 
♦ Gender: Male
♦ Age: Adult
♦ Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
[Physical]
♦ Appearance: Since he's a firefly, the first thing that most people notice about Ray is his glowing tail. Beyond that, he also possesses antennae, insectoid wings, and a rather scraggly head of hair and chin whiskers. His smile, which is very nearly constant, will quickly reveal that he's missing a few teeth. This small noodle doesn't walk around on his paws much, and usually buzzes alongside others during conversation.
♦ Strengths: Well, he's got a light on his butt that can banish the forces of darkness.
♦ Weaknesses: Small and squishable.
♦ Voice: Ray speaks with a pronounced Cajun accent, and laughs a lot as he talks. For one so small, he can be very loud. His tone is nearly always jolly and carefree, and he enjoys singing when he gets the opportunity to do so.
[Personality]
♦ Likes: Love, Evangeline, family, friendship, helping people, nighttime, stars, jazz
♦ Dislikes: Doctor Facilier, loss of hope, heartbreak, shadow demons
♦ Summary:
[Relations]
♦ Mate: Evangeline
♦ Offspring: None
[History]
♦ Early:
♦ Current:
[Other]
♦ Acquired By: Valentine's Day Poetry Contest
♦ RP Color: Olive Drab
♦ Colorist: Meha
[Pictures]
♦ Cert
[Music]
♦ Ray / Mama Odie - Princess and the Frog Score
♦ Ma Belle Evangeline - Jim Cummings (Lyrics Used in this Profile)
[Roleplay]
♦Roleplay Status: Open
♦Desired Plots: Friendship, Others
♦RP Log Links:
- None as of YetTo someone as beautiful as she
Who loves someone like me
Love always finds a way, it's true
And I love you Evangeline
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 10:29 pm
[Currently Thinking...]
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[Thoughts on Others]
♦ Evangeline: ""
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