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[Horse]

<sub>Haha.

Tomorrow is going to be so awkward... My friends stole my phone last night and told the guy I like that I like him, but he is dating some other chick, but he told them back that he liked me... And it's just going to be super awkward.</sub>

[Cloudy]

<sub>Nothing left to do, let's do something new, so come meet me at Ulduar~

Lol. I don't like any of the boys at my school. My school's preppy and rich, so >.<</sub>

[Horse]

_{Mine is like, half and half. So, yeah... I'm just not really looking forward to it.}

[Cloudy]

<sub>/pat

Wanna hear something really weird?

So in my digital media class [we make the morning announcements] this one kid hasn't come since like, the first month of class. He suddenly showed up on Wednesday, and his ex-girlfriend, whom he's not on good terms with, was in the class xD</sub>

[Cloudy]

yay, got two of my Raven forms done...

...three more to go.

I am not making forms for the Race leaders. >.>

[Horse]

<sub>That would be soooo awkward... I would hate that, haha.

I need to do all of my forms... -le sigh-</sub>

[Cloudy]

_{I'm doing my best to follow your rules of having your forms done before rps. Holy Crap let me post Jai's, one of my Raven charries xD}

[Cloudy]

Jai Templar

ʰᵒʷ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖᶤᶜᵏ ᵘᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ᵃᶰ ᵒˡᵈ ˡᶤᶠᵉ﹖ ʰᵒʷ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒ ᵒᶰ˒ ʷʰᵉᶰ ᶤᶰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉᵍᶤᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵘᶰᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃᶰᵈ: ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤˢ ᶰᵒ ᵍᵒᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏˑ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵍˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᶜᵃᶰᶰᵒᵗ ᵐᵉᶰᵈ; ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ˒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉᶰ ʰᵒˡᵈˑ

<sub>Jai Templar’s life is not a pretty one; it is not a happy one, and it does not have a happy ending – at least, not yet. Jai was born in 1760 to his parents, Marianna and Barnabus – his father was a Schimba and his mother was a human. Though it is rare for Schimba to mate with humans, it does happen. The Schimba population is small, as is the chance of finding your lifemate, and so some Schimba will turn the mortals to repopulate. In Jai’s eyes, Marianna was the most beautiful creature to have ever walked to earth. There isn’t a day that goes by that Jai does not remember his beautiful mother. Thank the Great Spirit that Jai takes after Marianna. His dark, jet black hair is akin to his mother’s soft, rolling locks that once were; his dark, emerald-green eyes so like Marianna’s soft, soulful, loving ones. She knew, of course, that her husband was a Schimba, and knew that her children would most likely be Schimba. The Schimba gene, when bred through the mortal line, is most usually dominant. When Jai was born, Marianna described it as the best day of her life. To Barnabus, he had an heir to the family shipping business.

Jai was born on November 21st, 1760, in the gentle, rolling hills of Scotland. Barnabus’ family was fairly rich in their time – extremely wealthy, in fact; they would be the equivalent of billionaires in the modern age – and that money had passed to Barnabus, allowing them to avoid the persecution of the Scottish later in the years. Marianna doted on her only son, and shielded him from Barnabus’ temper. You see, Jai’s father was not a nice man – he liked the drink much too fiercely for his own good, as well as Marianna and her son. He would fly into fits of rage at the smallest provocation, and Marianna was most often the target. He beat her restlessly, black ugly bruises marring her flawless, beautiful form. Jai once stumbled upon his mother a few moments after his father had stormed off in his fit of rage, presumably to find more alcohol. The tentative voice of Jai startled his mother and she spun around and shrunk away. The sight of the ugly red hand mark on Marianna’s slender throat confused the two-year-old Jai and Marianna pulled her son into the billows of her gown and rocked him back and forth, singing softly to him.

“If I could give you three things, I would give you these:
Song and laughter and wooden home on the shining seas.
When you see old Isle au Haut, rising in the dawn
You will play in yellow fields in the morning sun.

Sleep now the wind is warm and the moon is high.
Give sadness to the stars, sorrow to the sky.
When you see old Isle au Haut, rising in the dawn
You will play in yellow fields in the morning sun.

Do you hear what the sails are saying in the wind’s dark song?
Give sadness to the wind, blown alee and gone.
When you see old Isle au Haut, rising in the dawn
You will play in yellow fields in the morning sun.

Sleep now the moon is high and the wind is cold
For you are young and sad and the sea is old.
When you see old Isle au Haut, rising in the dawn
You will play in yellow fields in the morning sun.

If I could give you three things, I would give you these:
Song and laughter and a wooden home in the shining seas.
When you see old Isle au Haut, rising in the dawn
You will play in yellow fields in the morning sun.”

Marianna sang the song softly to her son, watching as Jai’s soft, green eyes slowly closed, and ruffled his silky black hair. When she was satisfied that Jai was deeply asleep, she pressed her lips against his forehead and whispered, “You’ll always be in my heart.”

It was a scant three years later that Marianna’s strength broke. Barnabus’ muddy, ugly, soulless brown eyes were wide and bloodshot with drink and rage, and he snarled hatefully at his wife, striking her hard against the face. Marianna made not a sound as she staggered and slammed against the wall, turning her head to the right. When her emerald eyes opened again, she met her son’s terrified gaze. ‘Hide,’ she mouthed and Jai, to his credit, shook his head fiercely. The five-year-old puffed out his chest and released a fearsome cry, hurtling himself at his father. Barnabus staggered, and stumbled away from Marianna. She wept, clawing her way towards Jai, begging Barnabus not to hurt him, not to hurt the heir to his fortune. Barnabus ignored him and tangled his hand in Jai’s hair, throwing his five-year-old roughly to the ground. Jai grunted and cried out, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. Though it was nearly three hundred years ago, Jai remembers every word his father said to him.

“You think yourself brave?” Barnabus snarled, towering over the smaller Jai. “You think yourself strong? You are a fool, just like your whore of a mother.” Marianna let out a strangled cry and clenched her hands into fists. She knew that she could not reach her son in time, but to hear her beloved husband call her a whore in front of her son cut deep.

“N-No,” Jai responded, his voice shaking a bit, “but I’m brave enough not to hurt a lady.” He scrambled to his feet, puffing out his chest and standing before his gentle mother protectively. Barnabus laughed, the sound cold and heartless, his eyes flaring with rage.

“It is a pity you took after your mother.” The flippant words cut deep, and Jai’s world ended that night. He still remembered his mother’s horrified scream as his father changed, lunging for his mother. He still remembered Marianna’s horrific gurgle as his father jerked her head back roughly, sinking his teeth into her throat. He watched, frozen with fear, as his father murdered Marianna. The once vibrant green eyes that had been Marianna’s focused on her son’s, and she stretched out a single hand to caress Jai’s cheek once. Jai heard screaming, over and over and over again, as the life in his mother faded away with the last drop of her blood, and it was not until his father struck him full on the mouth that he realized the agonized screams were his. Barnabus towered over his heir, his once brown eyes now black, his blood-slicked teeth bared, and sank his teeth into Jai’s shoulder. The five-year-old crumpled instantly from shock and grief and Barnabus sold the useless child into slavery to a Strigoi. Jai later found out what the price Barnabus has offered was.

Jai’s father hated emotion. He hated the fact that he loved, he hated it all. And when he met Costin, he knew it was his way out. Costin took an interest in Jai and asked for the child as a slave. Barnabus agreed, but on one term: change him. A cruel light entered Costin’s eyes and he did, thus turning Barnabus into the first Strigoi-Schimba hybrid.

Jai’s past is not pretty, and his life is not happy. When he was sixteen, he was rescued by the gentlest soul aside from his mother. Unole. The Schimba King took Jai under his wing and trained him, instantly noticing the young shifter’s fighting spirit. Jai swore he’d find Costin, and Barnabus, and kill them both.

Jai can often seem stand-offish, with his hard, pained green eyes and his jet black hair. Jai thinks it a blessing that he looks solely like his mum; he is tall, standing almost six-feet-tall. He prefers to watch, acting when he deems in necessary. Though Jai does not often allow himself to tangle in emotions, as love has killed him before, he would not hesitate to protect someone he knows has placed their trust in Jai’s protection.</sub>

[Horse]

_{Holy crap that is long, but it's so good O.O}

[Cloudy]

_{[xD Did you read it all? lol.]}