hi! i'm @orchids-symphony! i don't have any nicknames, so just call me floyd! i use they/them or it/its! -------------------- i've been roleplaying since i was about 10! i've had only a few tfcrp characters, Tempest, my silly boy, and Hickoryquiver, who has sadly passed. out of tfcrp, i've roleplayed irl in dnd, a bunch of fnaf roleplays with my friends, self-rps (wc, of course!), and one character from sottrp, Ghost-Orchiddrift. -------------------- i'm super active on this site! i'm on a lot, and always check notifs. i'll probably keep the kit till the ripe age of elderhood! -------------------- i'm applying for nymph (gawrsh, shes too cute!) -------------------- if i won nymph, i would probably just roleplay with her, try and get more experience, and just have fun with her, building relationships, having an adventure with her, ya know? :) i would probably just give her one or two silly scars, nothing too noticeable. like, a nick on her ear due to a scuffle with a fox. -------------------- afab, enby, panromantic, asexual -------------------- nymph is a cautious, timid cat. they tend to stick to their own, avoiding conflicts and fights. While quiet, keeping their thoughts in their head, they are very optimistic at times, and enjoy offering help to anycat who needs it. They have a phobia of disappointing their peers, atelophobia, and tend to break down into a nervous wreck when they do. they always try their hardest to be the best cat they can be, even when no one is looking. -------------------- nymph has sensory processing disorder, often called spd. it often affects them when completing usual tasks, even eating. they cannot eat birds, due to the fact that the texture makes them throw up. if anycat touches their face or paws, they tend to scream. it makes it difficult for them to play or interact with their siblings and mother as a kit, and sometimes they are left starving when they can't eat what little prey is there. it also affects them mentally, making it hard to process certain sounds, sights, and textures. if something, like the sound of another cat walking, or prey, happens to be quiet, they tend to recognize it is there, but not process what it is, or where it is. they have terrible depth perception, and bright lights make them scream. due to this, they have terrible balance. (all links have been shortened due to scratch not letting them work) https://shorturl.at/oMV06 https://shorturl.at/dMZ04 i also have spd, so i used a lot of my issues! -------------------- [copied from a self-rp in my comments with myself] The forest was dark and sullen, devoid of any life. The birds and other nighttime creatures had fallen silent as the shadow of a creature slunk through with the grace and elegance of a queen. As the trees faded into a sparsely lit area, the Shadowclan camp, the shadow paused. They had reached their destination. As the moon shined into the camp, the shadow was revealed: It was Ghost-Orchids Symphony. They were a loner, known for their knack of sneaking into camps and raiding anything of importance. Their were long-legged and sleek, their silver pelt shining with a ghostly glow in the moonlight. The camp guards didn't notice them as they slunk in. It was always quite easy for them to get where they wanted. It was almost like they bent their surroundings to their will, making sure they went unnoticed until their antics were realized once the sun rose from its bed behind the clouds. They made their was to the medicine den. Illness was more common around wintertime, so their goal was to take only the most needed herbs and leave without a trace, except for their trademark symbol: a ghost orchid. Vines were wrapped around their oddly plumed tail, growing their trademark plant. They crept into the medicine den. Only a single twig crunched under their delicate paws. The medicine cat and their apprentice stirred drowsily, but didn't wake, but Ghost-Orchid still paused for a good few minutes before resuming. They crept over to the stone shelves, their sharp blue eyes landing on one thing: catnip. They reached over, grabbing it gently with their teeth, and plucked one of their flowers and set it down. Wonderful. The perfect crime, for the perfect criminal. They leapt out of camp as if floating on air. A successful heist always made them giddy. After an hour or so of walking, they reached their 'home'. A hollowed out tree with mushrooms growing on the inside. They used the mushrooms as shelves, to store all the trinkets they took. They had many stones, herbs, flowers, even tufts of fur. They placed the catnip in a pile with the others, smoothing it out with a delicate paw.
