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the five judgements


Garfield
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HAVE IN MIND THAT MUTATIONS WILL BE ADDED SOON
"In Revelation 6, Jesus opens seven seals of judgment to begin the Tribulation period on earth. The first four seals he opens are the four horsemen, and each is released from heaven to usher in various judgments on the earth.

Then the fifth seal breaks and terror rains on the earth."

All of the judgements will be Mundane affinity!

PESTILENCE (played by Darkcheshire)
Nosoi "Pestilence" Ashriel
"And I looked, and behold, a white horse. He who sat on it had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer."

The rider on the white horse is the Antichrist. He will arrive on the world scene at the beginning of the Tribulation and work to unite the nations, signing a peace treaty with Israel. He will be a charismatic leader that presents himself as the savior of the world. His power and authority will come from the dragon (Satan), and like Satan he is a great deceiver. By the second half of the Tribulation, the Antichrist will break his peace treaty and wage open war against believers.


WAR (played by Cent)
Makhai "War" Ashriel
“Another horse, fiery red, went out. And it was granted to the one who sat on it to take peace from the earth, and that people should kill one another; and there was given to him a great sword.”

The next horseman, the red horse, represents war and bloodshed. Nation will rise against nation during the Tribulation and individuals against each other. It is a time of murder, assassination, bloodshed, revolution, and war.


FAMINE (played by Molly)
“So I looked, and behold, a black horse, and he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand. And I heard a voice in the midst of the four living creatures saying, ‘A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three quarts of barley for a denarius; and do not harm the oil and the wine.”

Black is often connected with famine in the Bible; and food shortage is a typical byproduct of the war that will be happening. A denarius was the standard daily wage for ancient laborers. In the early days of the Tribulation period, food will be in short supply; people will have to work all day just to get enough food to eat. Yet the luxuries of the wealthy (“oil and wine”) will remain untouched.

The famine will provide the way for the Antichrist’s rule. Later in the Tribulation, He will require the people to take his mark in order to buy or sell. Hunger will play into his hands and strengthen his control.


DEATH (played by Garfield)
Thanatos "Death" Ashriel
“So I looked, and behold, a pale horse. And the name of him who sat on it was Death, and Hades followed with him. And power was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword, with hunger, with death, and by the beasts of the earth.”

When the Lamb broke the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature saying, "Come ." I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth.


TERROR (played by Freakshow)
Marchosius "Terror" Ashriel
“I looked when He broke the sixthfifth seal, and there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth made of hair, and the whole moon became like blood; and the stars of the sky fell to the earth, as a fig tree casts its unripe figs when shaken by a great wind. ”

The sky was split apart like a scroll when it is rolled up, and every mountain and island were moved out of their places. Then the kings of the earth and the great men and the commanders and the rich and the strong and every slave and free man hid themselves in the caves and among the rocks of the mountains; and they said to the mountains and to the rocks, "Fall on us and hide us from the presence of Him who sits on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb; for the great day of their wrath has come, and who is able to stand?"


EXTRA: These five are littermates. Born in order as it follows from top to bottom. Some of the information was altered to fit the main idea. These boys are up for adoption. Upon coming they will be in different places in two's and threes and will reunite IC with thread/s. They will aim to create a group/pack and make the land theirs. Cause havoc and terror. (get it get it. hue hue)
Anything is really open. Names are up to the players. But the "nicknames" gotta stay as their judgement. (Example: Rob "Death" Wilson). A last name is to be yet decided on. The personality is up to the players, of cours sticking to the main information for each boy. They will be four years of age. When and if they get adopted out, we will all throw ideas to what the group rules should be like. Relationship between the siblings are good. Loyal to each other, blood tie is everything. (bros before hoes) Plot/s can be twisted and shaped however we see fit. Fun, fun. Upon adoption you will get a set for the boy and what not. If interested app with the usual adoption app. With rp sample and everything. If you're not active I have the right to take them back and put them up for adoption again! 
If you have a char that would like to go along with the boys plots will be made and threads will happen. Big Grin
Okay, that's all! Hope you enjoy!
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Dahlia
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© Molly
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Name: Famine

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/ Lawful evil

Mudane- Mysticism

Personality: Ravenous, Consumed by Gluttony, Unpredictable, Malicious, Cruel, Well-spoken, Deceitful, Cannibal

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Protruding bones stretched the limitation of gaunt flesh primarily devoid of fur. Every weave of his torso, every clutch of his talons against the damp earth was defined by bone and a saccharine grin that crinkled his muzzle and revealed wicked teeth long since stained by blood and gore. Three eyes blinked harsh in a broad skull, moving independently of one other and painting the monstrosity as something defined by it's grotesque nature. Famine was defined by his curse, an inflammatory bowel disease made it nearly impossible for the beast to gain weight no matter how much he devoured. He was always thin, a gaunt wraith-like being that was always wanton, that was always hungry.

It was this desire for nourishment that had brought him so far beyond his normal haunting grounds. His stomach rolled, the sharp pain of his own digestive tract attempting to eat him alive drew madness into onyx orbs. Without hesitation he lashed out, teeth tearing into the lean muscle of a long limb and ripping a chunk free. His teeth gnashed, grinding the lean meat into manageable pieces before swallowing them whole. The taste of his own meat was divine and a grotesque shudder of lustful devotion careened along his spine. Vaguely, he was aware of the pain and blood trickling down his leg but he couldn't be bothered... for his damnable stomach was silent and his tongue was drenched in adoration for his own gluttony.

The wound would slowly heal, then scar and callous over like the dozens of other ones that riddled his limbs and tail, a testament to his never-fulfilled appetite. A thousand times over he would devour his own flesh, a devout subjugation to the demon that flourished in his belly. More. He wanted more. Always more. A flash of movement, a blur of color and the predator lurched into motion. A powerful bone structure sent him careening after the fleeing rabbit, talons devouring the gap between them. He did not howl or scream or laugh at the herbivores fruitless effort to flee... no Famine was a monstrosity lost to the chase, enamored only by the consequence of the prize. The rabbit screamed as a paw smashed into his spine and broke the delicate vertebrae but it would be offered no mercy. Jaws would ensnare a twitching limb, ripping it free and swallowing it in great, heavy chunks. Piece by piece, bit by bit he would devour the creature whole until nothing remained but remnants of blood and the bitter stench of fear.
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HE'S YOURS, MOLLY!
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Zendelrin
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© DarkCheshire
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Nosoi "pestilence" Ashriel

Personality: Confident, Deceptive, Neutral, Critical, Observant, Articulate, Diplomatic, Masochistic, And Logical.

Infectious claws did carelessly rip into the very grounds he walked on. He was dismissive to the destruction that those silver claws brought onto the world. What he was conscious about was the contentment of his brethren. He was their vice and their instigator. He over saw the carnage that the group brought in their wake. However, he was also their logic and patients. Without him there would be no control. It would be chaos for the sake of chaos. However, he knew the method of their madness and he would ease them into infecting the world with their blood.

Emerald eyes roved across the unknown terrain. His analytical mind would compartmentalize which terra would be best for his hoard to lay claim. It was important that prey was plentiful. He was certain Famine would consume anything and everything and leave nothing for the rest. So his calculating mind took that into consideration. They would need water, dens, women, and anything else that could sustain them as they built their empire before consuming the world whole.

His gaze shifted towards the opening of the founder’s grove. It was a beautiful place of greenery. The scent of prey and wolf alike was heavy in the air. It was promising. The cackling giggles of his brother Famine altered his attention for a moment. He could feel those piercing eyes digging into his flesh. He was one to offer any vice his brother’s desires of him without question, for he was their salvation and protector. “If you wish your pound in flesh then stop whining and simply take it.” His voice was direct and chiding. The way his brother whimpered with desire was rather loathing but it was his way of asking permission.

He could feel the sin of his brother flooding out like an angler searching for its fishy prey. The slickness of his skin would gently rub against his coarse fur like a love struck kitten. He seduced the area of desire and gently nipped with caution. He let out an annoyed gruff as a way to say ‘get on with it’ and felt the harsh and unforgiving rip of teeth into his flesh. His body minimally reacting to the brutality of famines bite. It was as if a mere fly had gently tasted his shoulder. However, the aftermath of his brothers devouring would leave him with a rather annoying wound. One he was certain would become infectious. It was only proper that the demon of pestilence should adorn such disgraceful wounds. “That is enough Famine.” His voice was commanding. There was no room for question when he deemed playtime over. He would not tolerate disobedience among his group.

He wanted to return his focus to the task at hand and his brother had been rather distracting. He knew the unrest that would infect his kin would be swift if he did not find a place for them to conquer soon. Undirected chaos wasn’t something they needed to be dishing out. They needed to remain unnoticed until the timing was perfect for them to devour the world. For what fun would it be if they all saw it coming?
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Shadow decided not to try out for Pestilence.So Dark, Pest is all yours. Congrats.
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There isn't an actual adoption form that I could find, so I hope this works.

They hurts Marcho. Marcho does not likes them, nooooo. Hurts them like they hurts Marcho, hurtsssss theeeeeem.

Name // Marchosius "Terror" Ashriel

Affinity // Mundane (Conjuration)

Personality // Impulsive, Independent, Belligerent, Malicious, Split Personality Disorder

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A lanky, skeletal shadow of medium height. Dark fur with even darker markings and empty white eyes void of pupils or sclera. A row of short spikes down along his back, extending from the three pairs of short horns atop his head that follow each other, increasing in size the further they get from his snout. Black teeth, black flesh, black serum dripping from his mouth. (May opt to remove halos.)
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Sample //
A clicking sound echoed through the black chamber. The tapping of water resonated somewhere in the distant background, as though the room went further than it appeared to in the dark. The clicking was monotonous, the same droll repetition, cause not by any natural resource but instead a creature lurking within. Fleshy onyx extremity rapped at its internal cave, suckling against the damp roof of arching tissue, jaw wrenching downward to forcibly unpluck it with an echoing pop. "What'sits doings?" he questioned, his voice reverberating off the stone walls. He'd long since adjusted to the wet smell of slate that directed his voice back at him, his ears no longer twitching at the sound. They'd been here many nights, now. "Hushes, we's will listen." The second time he spoke, his voice dropped an octave, a lower rumble that hissed through his teeth as though it were strained by the containment of his body.

He clicked again, continuing the sound. Soon he had a feeble layout drawn out in his head of where the largest rocks were. He'd never navigated this way until now, having previously shuffled and nudged his way around the cave since he'd found the cove tucked away from curious eyes. It was somewhere they could be alone with the dark. "What'sits we's listens for?" he chimed again, shrill voice breaking concentration. "Quiets we musts be Marcho, quietsssss." He was forced to hold his tongue, ears rotating atop his skinny, sunken skull as he clicked some more. But the ill-willed male could not be silenced for too long, as boredom had already began to crawl along his back to coil around his throat and tickle along his jaws. "Marcho cannots be quiets, Marcho wantses to knows," he huffed, "tells Marcho, tells, tells, tells, tells..." he repeated the word over and over until it sounded like someone physically hushed him, a sound akin to something squeezing his muzzle shut as he exhaled a soft, muffled squeal before the deeper voice spoke again. "We listens for the dark."
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© Garfield
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I love him! He's all yours!
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