[ii.] i ain't afraid of no ghost Ѽ

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[i] about you Ѽ hello! i'm san (she/her/hers). i am 17 and a senior in HS. my time zone is EST. my activity level is about 6-7/10! [ii] roleplay history Ѽ i have been roleplaying since i was about 10, so about 7 years now. i specialize in fandom rp as canon characters, but do enjoy my own characters as well! at the moment, i am a moderator in a harry potter forum rp (hogwarts.io) as maggie hawkins, who i have now had for over a year. [iii] current cat in TFCRP Ѽ none! [iv] which kit are you applying for? Ѽ frightkit! [v] kit sexuality/identity Ѽ frightkit will use he/him pronouns and identify as gay. [vi] personality Ѽ frightkit is often looked upon by others as weak, fragile, and timid. because of his appearance, which is much like that of a ghost, frightkit is feared by peers and his presence is unsettling to those around him. his appearance suggests that he wanders around on those gangly four legs, his body always threatening to give out and fall beneath him. however, frightkit can prove quite spritely and almost spiteful. he cares deeply for his littermates, holding them on a pedestal with a strong sense of protectiveness over them, but he holds grudges against those who have wronged him or belittled him. frightkit is quite the mama's boy and clings to his mother for protection. he is also quite funny, which surprises those who surround him because of their preconceived notion of what he is like. despite his desire to be perceived the same way as is siblings, frightkit is incredibly paranoid about illness and safety when it comes to himself. frightkit is easy to mistake for some sort of apparition, as he can be often found deep in thought as he ponders and reflects. + determined + funny = absent-minded = protective = paranoid - bitter - snarky [vii] roleplay example Ѽ Every step felt like venom from an adder bite was coursing through his veins, up his feeble body, and into his spine. Frightkit's delicate bones felt weighed down by boulders, and his paws were heavy as he stumbled through the forest. He had attempted an 'escape' with his siblings, organized a little game of hide-and-seek in the forest beyond camp. Things were hardly ever so simple. Frightkit had stumbled while running, paw caught beneath a gnarled tangle of branches that was covered well by bushes and undergrowth. He knew what everyone in camp would say--/poor little Frightkit, so feeble and weak/--but he was determined to drag himself to camp on his own, sans help. Sans siblings. "Mouse-dung," he whimpered as he stepped again, front paw held aloft against his chest as he surveyed the forest around him. With luck, he'd make it back to camp in one piece.