Post by Emily on Feb 15, 2009 20:31:50 GMT -5
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Name: Bluepaw [Bluewhisker]
Gender: She-cat
Age: 10 Moons
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Clan: StreamClan
Beliefs: Bluepaw has a young, unwavering faith in StarClan. With such a tight bonding between the two, Bluepaw finds it perfectly acceptable that anything they state to be of moral law or code, is something in which she must uphold until the very end. Being initially young, she finds it of questioning to the what awaits any cat in the end; do they await a great expanse of nothing, a swallowing pit of darkness and fear, or will they truly become one of the stars? Bluepaw's own answer is, indefinitely circulating around StarClan and their truths. After her transformation from kit to Medicine Apprentice, her relationship has only grown into a more complex tie. Though faithful, the she-cat can sometimes be forgetful of her following attitude, and lack some of the gratitude she should be thoughtful of. Still as an apprentice, Bluepaw often questions her mentor, Badgernose of one thing they seem to differ in spiritually: Badgernose's despicable idea of 'poorly' befriending any non-believers.
Parents: Stream [mother, deceased, np] - Eagle [father, np]
Siblings: Blackpaw [brother, deceased, np]
Other Kin: Information Unavailable
Mate: Information Unavailable
Crush: Information Unavailable [as of now]
Kits: Information Unavailable
Mentor: Not Yet [if accepted, Badgernose]
Nurse: Foxflower [nurse from birth, deceased, np]
Appearance:
Bluepaw is a particularly small-sized she-cat. She's rather lanky, and appears to be too thin all together which gives her a slightly fragile aura. Due to her slender and tiny build, she's exceptionally sensitive as swift on her paws. Bluepaw's fur is short; a blue-gray in coloring and finely groomed, as shiny due to her daily stream diet. The only thing which isn't so small, is Bluepaw's elongated tail which is an excellent source of balance. Her tail and perhaps her whiskers, which are somewhat like great fans which sprout from most facial areas: which also serves as an excellent source of sensitivity.
In fine detail, Bluepaw has a great expanse of little touches which are somewhat unnoticable due to similiar colorings. She has two small dots above her eyes, serving to appear much like a Rottweiler's own facial markings, though Bluepaw's are a tad more diamond-shaped (far less circular shaping). Another few things which are quite invisible to the naked eye, are the different shadings of gray and blue circulating about her face. Bluepaw sports a small mask of pale silver: it coats her entire muzzle and spans outward very faintly at the cheekbones. This contrasts her darkly shaded ears, which are, abnormally large and pointed. Like eyeliner, there are small rings of silver fur around her eyes. This extra addition highlights her iris coloring, causing the deep smoky green to appear a pale, slightly ashen green. At her forehead, the she-cat's fur is lined with dabs of dark gray- seemingly following through with her partial-tabby heritage.
Tagging along with her tabby additions, Bluepaw has scuffed, ragged stripes which lumber up her fore and hindpaws. Unlike most tabby stripes, they're unnaturally broken apart from each other as if someone began to erase them sloppily, but never got the chance to finish. They ride up to her elbows at her forepaws, but stop particularly short at her hind. As well as around her legs, these stripes ring around the she-cat's tail; here they grow thick and smoky, even darker in coloring and clearly visible. Only at the very tip is her fur not mottled, but tail-tipped a dark charcoal.
Personality:
Bluepaw is, in few words, out there.
Often mistaken to be completely and utterly the naive child, Bluepaw has found to take the statement and use it at her highest. She is often known to be the trouble-maker of the apprentices, and is commented on for her high vile of exuberance and spunky persona. In other words, Bluepaw merely appears to be the picture-perfect medicine cat apprentice, while she is quite the otherwise. Of course, though willing to learn and particularly quick to, the small she-cat is not one for sitting and having small talk all day; instead, she'd much prefer a spiral of action or a full-fledged battle between the apprentices. Her eccentric style is much preferred by her fellow apprentices, but more or less to the elders and mentor, Badgernose.
Bluepaw can be a bit, touchy. With her stubborn and quite clearly, rebellious side, she hardly finds herself agreeable to being rushed about to collect herbs or doing any other daily apprentice chore. Though the she-cat attempts her best at being one of optimistic character, sometimes her shortage is blown and her mood can be swung into all directions. At these times, Bluepaw is in a bit of a rage (with herself in most situations), and tends to be ignorant and spiteful towards others. Usually, only her mentor Badgernose, is able to get Bluepaw in complete calm before the time the sun drops. Though short-tempered and stubborn, it is concluded to all be apart of her fiery spirited package.
In some senses, Bluepaw has the gift of blind love. Besides the fact that she herself is a bit on the quirky side of the spectrum, Bluepaw finds no point in being so judgmental upon a cat. If they've got a good heart, than that's just swell. It's a bit of a motto for Bluepaw; and as medicine apprentice, there's hardly room for being judgmental in the first place. In fact, she'd be just joyed to chat your ear off, no matter what you may look at the time nor if it be a complex situation. By all means, Bluepaw has always attempted to be the ultimate optimist (though fails at several points). And upon her interaction with others, though it truthfully depends on most things, unlike some cats, Bluepaw isn't so one-sided as to always being one particular thing: whether it be gruff, distant, motherly, or ignorant. Just to sum things up, she'd most likely get a bit over-manic, simply to chat with someone, and all too excited to interrogate a stranger.
Bluepaw is curious, in several aspects. Always willing to explore, and often coming off far too nosy and suspicious, she's definitely an apprentice after her mentor's own heart. Though often questioning and one willing to learn with spastic attitude, Bluepaw has another side that is rarely seen aside from when she's at her work. Here, the small she-cat is entirely more calm and refined. She has trained herself to work diligently, and with that her fierce determination is an ideal trait in the Medicine Den. Bluepaw, outside of the den, is not as solely reliable and responsible as she is working alongside her mentor. (Her personality and traits do not entirely change, mind you - she is still an outgoing, tempered, spastic apprentice who happens to find it a bit more calming as a medicine cat apprentice; Bluepaw is often forgetful and over-manic, something in which her mentor should take into consideration of working on).
As Medicine Cat Apprentice, Bluepaw can truthfully say that she adores her work. Though throughout her lifetime as a Medicine Cat's apprentice, the she-cat has also dreamed of other paths she might have traveled. The life of a warrior, quite simply, is something Bluepaw constantly raves of; her ambition to find a way to train in both areas is kept to herself. The young apprentice has no disrespect for the life of a Medicine Cat, but has a strong belief that they should be able to do both: this opinion, she plans one day to pronounce to the leader. Wouldn't it only be fair to them?
Overall, here you've got a typically childish, spastic, outgoing little she-cat, but there's something you can't really put your thumb on. Is it the way she's got a secret side of quiet refinement, and remains to be a quick to temper, daring apprentice? Or maybe the fact that she's a bit on the quirky side of the spectrum.
Perhaps you'll never quite know, or understand.
Skills:
Throughout Bluepaw's entire life, which has not been long but long enough to determine few things, she was always watched on as an excellent hunter (fisher), and tracker. With her easy hearing, quick reflexes, and excellent sense of sensitivity and balance- what more could she need to pass as a more than decent hunter and/or fisher?
Of course, as soon as she was old enough, it was quickly determined that she would suit the position of Medicine Cat apprentice. Therefore, Bluepaw never gained so much training in either subjects, but with the right physical characteristics, the small she-cat was easily able to catch on to becoming a swell hunter and fisher.
Fighting, well- it had never been of her specialties, though she constantly regrets her life-long position, and wishes she could somehow resume to also training like the other apprentices. Having such a sense of curiosity and a long tail, Bluepaw also fancies the sport of tracking.
As a Medicine Cat's apprentice, Bluepaw, like any other went through specific training. Picking out herbs is something that she enjoys and is talented at, though specifying to what disease it cures is often a challenge for the young apprentice. She hopes her skills grow as she follows her mentor's own talent and instruction.
History:
Tired of rogue life, both Eagle and Stream came upon the decision to move on and continue life connected with a Clan. Early on, before the clans had taken the great move, the two had quickly found agreement with ForestClan's leader into joining their ranks. Both were rapidly growing closer to the Clan, earning respect and finding relationship with StarClan; before long, both were loyal clan members and had earned themselves to be well respected cats amongst their population. They were quickly renamed: Eaglenose and Silverstream.
With another harsh decision to make as nearly half of ForestClan had arosen to take leave for new land, the young mates, dispaired and torn, decided their point was well made and chose to follow through with the journey.
Along their journey's time, Silverstream fell pregnant with Eaglenose- they were completely overjoyed by the news as were a select few of the others, who had grown particuarly close. Things soon fell apart though; at Silverstream's birth their were several complications she seemed to be having, and as quickly as she fell into labor, she was lost at its troubling hands. Only two of the six kits survived due to something which had gone utterly wrong between her system, and the birthing: Black-kit and Bluekit. Both kits were taken into responsibility of a gentle mother, known as Foxflower- from then on, she was their nurse until they no longer acquired her.
Eaglenose remained, but was constantly in turmoil and sorrow over the loss of his endeared mate; he tried his honest best in supporting the two flouncy kits, though failed shortly afterward when his aging and depression grew a lump between he and his clan mates. Next leaf-bare, Blackpaw grew deadly ill due to greencough. It was quickly the end of him, as his father whom was presumed to have been lost by his own deeds and treacherously twisted thoughts.
Bluepaw was swift to question each and every clan member, constantly pestering them of any information known of her mother. Most told her very little, hoping the she-cat would not be triggered by something and turn so ill-sad to be considered mad as her father had. Instead, the only thing she caught of importance was that she had inherited her all of her mother's looks, save her eyes - those were her father's.
At birth, Bluepaw was determined to become a Medicine Cat's apprentice, an honor. Of course, Bluepaw took it with complete pride and accepted the offer, though it wasn't really something she could entirely turn down in the first place. Though her blood family was lost, the small she-cat has depicted the whole of StreamClan to be her family, and most specifically her mentor (Badgernose) and nurse, Foxflower.
Role Play Example:
[ taken from a post in pre-role play, river, with bluepaw. with some edit.]
Ribbons of blue, ribbons of green, ribbons of pale gray overlapped one another in a constant pattern, subconsciously creating something of an iridescent cerulean, silver. The surface was dabbed with patches of yellow, each patch of sunlight forcing the river into a collage of reflections.
With clashing ribbons of color, Bluepaw found the local river to be something of mere beauty and refinement - something in which, the particularly small she-cat rarely showed as a trait. Only the cozy, warm den whom she shared with her mentor, ill patients, and mounds of sorted herbs, seemed to calm her into a silent peace. Work there, though tough and sometimes hard to follow through with, was something she simply adored. There was only one thing which was contradictory to this thought: she also held the ambition to become a warrior, which by now was quite impossible, but she planned to speak to their leader otherwise. Bluepaw found it was only fair if Medicine Cat's could also find a place in the training schedule, if they wished so.
Bluepaw slipped a small purr of affection as she bantered down the riverbank, occasionally leaping sidewards as to miss the small upward splashes of sparkling water. Often, she was too subdued in her own thoughts to notice that she had entirely missed a small title-wave which had splattered her blue-gray pelt quite thoroughly. She didn't mind, and besides with such a scatter-brain mind, the young apprentice could almost be defined as careless, or perhaps carefree.
Bluepaw found herself in full appreciation that she'd been sent off on this particularly warm, bright day to pick for herbs. There was no better day than this one, she imagined, and it was far better than the last time she'd been sent for herbs: it had been pouring rain, dark and damp, but when emergencies called, she had to answer, correct?
Cloudy, ashen green eyes blinked; Bluepaw casually ran through the subjects she had been told to collect: watermint and reeds, which were located close to the riverside. It flustered her sometimes, of why didn't the Medicine Cats themselves go off and get their own herbs, instead of shooing of their own apprentices for the subordinate work? Bluepaw found it understandable if there was a patient in need of assistance and the apprentice was far better off going on an herb run, but something about it simply irked her at times.
Bluepaw tried to flick it away, her whiskers twitching irritably. Though there was time to waste, time to calm herself at the riverbank, she certainly did not want to go down into a flurried mood swing. Muttering softly to herself, Bluepaw cantered downwards until she lingered rather closely. She fished her paws into the shallow amount of water, her claws uprooting at the moist earth below. Lowering her muzzle, nose twitching and whiskers flaring, Bluepaw slowly worked her way around towards a bulky patch of reeds.
Perhaps there was another way, easier than this. And watermint, how in the world was she going to depict the watermint from the other waterside-growing herbs?
Name: Bluepaw [Bluewhisker]
Gender: She-cat
Age: 10 Moons
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Clan: StreamClan
Beliefs: Bluepaw has a young, unwavering faith in StarClan. With such a tight bonding between the two, Bluepaw finds it perfectly acceptable that anything they state to be of moral law or code, is something in which she must uphold until the very end. Being initially young, she finds it of questioning to the what awaits any cat in the end; do they await a great expanse of nothing, a swallowing pit of darkness and fear, or will they truly become one of the stars? Bluepaw's own answer is, indefinitely circulating around StarClan and their truths. After her transformation from kit to Medicine Apprentice, her relationship has only grown into a more complex tie. Though faithful, the she-cat can sometimes be forgetful of her following attitude, and lack some of the gratitude she should be thoughtful of. Still as an apprentice, Bluepaw often questions her mentor, Badgernose of one thing they seem to differ in spiritually: Badgernose's despicable idea of 'poorly' befriending any non-believers.
Parents: Stream [mother, deceased, np] - Eagle [father, np]
Siblings: Blackpaw [brother, deceased, np]
Other Kin: Information Unavailable
Mate: Information Unavailable
Crush: Information Unavailable [as of now]
Kits: Information Unavailable
Mentor: Not Yet [if accepted, Badgernose]
Nurse: Foxflower [nurse from birth, deceased, np]
Appearance:
Bluepaw is a particularly small-sized she-cat. She's rather lanky, and appears to be too thin all together which gives her a slightly fragile aura. Due to her slender and tiny build, she's exceptionally sensitive as swift on her paws. Bluepaw's fur is short; a blue-gray in coloring and finely groomed, as shiny due to her daily stream diet. The only thing which isn't so small, is Bluepaw's elongated tail which is an excellent source of balance. Her tail and perhaps her whiskers, which are somewhat like great fans which sprout from most facial areas: which also serves as an excellent source of sensitivity.
In fine detail, Bluepaw has a great expanse of little touches which are somewhat unnoticable due to similiar colorings. She has two small dots above her eyes, serving to appear much like a Rottweiler's own facial markings, though Bluepaw's are a tad more diamond-shaped (far less circular shaping). Another few things which are quite invisible to the naked eye, are the different shadings of gray and blue circulating about her face. Bluepaw sports a small mask of pale silver: it coats her entire muzzle and spans outward very faintly at the cheekbones. This contrasts her darkly shaded ears, which are, abnormally large and pointed. Like eyeliner, there are small rings of silver fur around her eyes. This extra addition highlights her iris coloring, causing the deep smoky green to appear a pale, slightly ashen green. At her forehead, the she-cat's fur is lined with dabs of dark gray- seemingly following through with her partial-tabby heritage.
Tagging along with her tabby additions, Bluepaw has scuffed, ragged stripes which lumber up her fore and hindpaws. Unlike most tabby stripes, they're unnaturally broken apart from each other as if someone began to erase them sloppily, but never got the chance to finish. They ride up to her elbows at her forepaws, but stop particularly short at her hind. As well as around her legs, these stripes ring around the she-cat's tail; here they grow thick and smoky, even darker in coloring and clearly visible. Only at the very tip is her fur not mottled, but tail-tipped a dark charcoal.
Personality:
Bluepaw is, in few words, out there.
Often mistaken to be completely and utterly the naive child, Bluepaw has found to take the statement and use it at her highest. She is often known to be the trouble-maker of the apprentices, and is commented on for her high vile of exuberance and spunky persona. In other words, Bluepaw merely appears to be the picture-perfect medicine cat apprentice, while she is quite the otherwise. Of course, though willing to learn and particularly quick to, the small she-cat is not one for sitting and having small talk all day; instead, she'd much prefer a spiral of action or a full-fledged battle between the apprentices. Her eccentric style is much preferred by her fellow apprentices, but more or less to the elders and mentor, Badgernose.
Bluepaw can be a bit, touchy. With her stubborn and quite clearly, rebellious side, she hardly finds herself agreeable to being rushed about to collect herbs or doing any other daily apprentice chore. Though the she-cat attempts her best at being one of optimistic character, sometimes her shortage is blown and her mood can be swung into all directions. At these times, Bluepaw is in a bit of a rage (with herself in most situations), and tends to be ignorant and spiteful towards others. Usually, only her mentor Badgernose, is able to get Bluepaw in complete calm before the time the sun drops. Though short-tempered and stubborn, it is concluded to all be apart of her fiery spirited package.
In some senses, Bluepaw has the gift of blind love. Besides the fact that she herself is a bit on the quirky side of the spectrum, Bluepaw finds no point in being so judgmental upon a cat. If they've got a good heart, than that's just swell. It's a bit of a motto for Bluepaw; and as medicine apprentice, there's hardly room for being judgmental in the first place. In fact, she'd be just joyed to chat your ear off, no matter what you may look at the time nor if it be a complex situation. By all means, Bluepaw has always attempted to be the ultimate optimist (though fails at several points). And upon her interaction with others, though it truthfully depends on most things, unlike some cats, Bluepaw isn't so one-sided as to always being one particular thing: whether it be gruff, distant, motherly, or ignorant. Just to sum things up, she'd most likely get a bit over-manic, simply to chat with someone, and all too excited to interrogate a stranger.
Bluepaw is curious, in several aspects. Always willing to explore, and often coming off far too nosy and suspicious, she's definitely an apprentice after her mentor's own heart. Though often questioning and one willing to learn with spastic attitude, Bluepaw has another side that is rarely seen aside from when she's at her work. Here, the small she-cat is entirely more calm and refined. She has trained herself to work diligently, and with that her fierce determination is an ideal trait in the Medicine Den. Bluepaw, outside of the den, is not as solely reliable and responsible as she is working alongside her mentor. (Her personality and traits do not entirely change, mind you - she is still an outgoing, tempered, spastic apprentice who happens to find it a bit more calming as a medicine cat apprentice; Bluepaw is often forgetful and over-manic, something in which her mentor should take into consideration of working on).
As Medicine Cat Apprentice, Bluepaw can truthfully say that she adores her work. Though throughout her lifetime as a Medicine Cat's apprentice, the she-cat has also dreamed of other paths she might have traveled. The life of a warrior, quite simply, is something Bluepaw constantly raves of; her ambition to find a way to train in both areas is kept to herself. The young apprentice has no disrespect for the life of a Medicine Cat, but has a strong belief that they should be able to do both: this opinion, she plans one day to pronounce to the leader. Wouldn't it only be fair to them?
Overall, here you've got a typically childish, spastic, outgoing little she-cat, but there's something you can't really put your thumb on. Is it the way she's got a secret side of quiet refinement, and remains to be a quick to temper, daring apprentice? Or maybe the fact that she's a bit on the quirky side of the spectrum.
Perhaps you'll never quite know, or understand.
Skills:
Throughout Bluepaw's entire life, which has not been long but long enough to determine few things, she was always watched on as an excellent hunter (fisher), and tracker. With her easy hearing, quick reflexes, and excellent sense of sensitivity and balance- what more could she need to pass as a more than decent hunter and/or fisher?
Of course, as soon as she was old enough, it was quickly determined that she would suit the position of Medicine Cat apprentice. Therefore, Bluepaw never gained so much training in either subjects, but with the right physical characteristics, the small she-cat was easily able to catch on to becoming a swell hunter and fisher.
Fighting, well- it had never been of her specialties, though she constantly regrets her life-long position, and wishes she could somehow resume to also training like the other apprentices. Having such a sense of curiosity and a long tail, Bluepaw also fancies the sport of tracking.
As a Medicine Cat's apprentice, Bluepaw, like any other went through specific training. Picking out herbs is something that she enjoys and is talented at, though specifying to what disease it cures is often a challenge for the young apprentice. She hopes her skills grow as she follows her mentor's own talent and instruction.
History:
Tired of rogue life, both Eagle and Stream came upon the decision to move on and continue life connected with a Clan. Early on, before the clans had taken the great move, the two had quickly found agreement with ForestClan's leader into joining their ranks. Both were rapidly growing closer to the Clan, earning respect and finding relationship with StarClan; before long, both were loyal clan members and had earned themselves to be well respected cats amongst their population. They were quickly renamed: Eaglenose and Silverstream.
With another harsh decision to make as nearly half of ForestClan had arosen to take leave for new land, the young mates, dispaired and torn, decided their point was well made and chose to follow through with the journey.
Along their journey's time, Silverstream fell pregnant with Eaglenose- they were completely overjoyed by the news as were a select few of the others, who had grown particuarly close. Things soon fell apart though; at Silverstream's birth their were several complications she seemed to be having, and as quickly as she fell into labor, she was lost at its troubling hands. Only two of the six kits survived due to something which had gone utterly wrong between her system, and the birthing: Black-kit and Bluekit. Both kits were taken into responsibility of a gentle mother, known as Foxflower- from then on, she was their nurse until they no longer acquired her.
Eaglenose remained, but was constantly in turmoil and sorrow over the loss of his endeared mate; he tried his honest best in supporting the two flouncy kits, though failed shortly afterward when his aging and depression grew a lump between he and his clan mates. Next leaf-bare, Blackpaw grew deadly ill due to greencough. It was quickly the end of him, as his father whom was presumed to have been lost by his own deeds and treacherously twisted thoughts.
Bluepaw was swift to question each and every clan member, constantly pestering them of any information known of her mother. Most told her very little, hoping the she-cat would not be triggered by something and turn so ill-sad to be considered mad as her father had. Instead, the only thing she caught of importance was that she had inherited her all of her mother's looks, save her eyes - those were her father's.
At birth, Bluepaw was determined to become a Medicine Cat's apprentice, an honor. Of course, Bluepaw took it with complete pride and accepted the offer, though it wasn't really something she could entirely turn down in the first place. Though her blood family was lost, the small she-cat has depicted the whole of StreamClan to be her family, and most specifically her mentor (Badgernose) and nurse, Foxflower.
Role Play Example:
[ taken from a post in pre-role play, river, with bluepaw. with some edit.]
Ribbons of blue, ribbons of green, ribbons of pale gray overlapped one another in a constant pattern, subconsciously creating something of an iridescent cerulean, silver. The surface was dabbed with patches of yellow, each patch of sunlight forcing the river into a collage of reflections.
With clashing ribbons of color, Bluepaw found the local river to be something of mere beauty and refinement - something in which, the particularly small she-cat rarely showed as a trait. Only the cozy, warm den whom she shared with her mentor, ill patients, and mounds of sorted herbs, seemed to calm her into a silent peace. Work there, though tough and sometimes hard to follow through with, was something she simply adored. There was only one thing which was contradictory to this thought: she also held the ambition to become a warrior, which by now was quite impossible, but she planned to speak to their leader otherwise. Bluepaw found it was only fair if Medicine Cat's could also find a place in the training schedule, if they wished so.
Bluepaw slipped a small purr of affection as she bantered down the riverbank, occasionally leaping sidewards as to miss the small upward splashes of sparkling water. Often, she was too subdued in her own thoughts to notice that she had entirely missed a small title-wave which had splattered her blue-gray pelt quite thoroughly. She didn't mind, and besides with such a scatter-brain mind, the young apprentice could almost be defined as careless, or perhaps carefree.
Bluepaw found herself in full appreciation that she'd been sent off on this particularly warm, bright day to pick for herbs. There was no better day than this one, she imagined, and it was far better than the last time she'd been sent for herbs: it had been pouring rain, dark and damp, but when emergencies called, she had to answer, correct?
Cloudy, ashen green eyes blinked; Bluepaw casually ran through the subjects she had been told to collect: watermint and reeds, which were located close to the riverside. It flustered her sometimes, of why didn't the Medicine Cats themselves go off and get their own herbs, instead of shooing of their own apprentices for the subordinate work? Bluepaw found it understandable if there was a patient in need of assistance and the apprentice was far better off going on an herb run, but something about it simply irked her at times.
Bluepaw tried to flick it away, her whiskers twitching irritably. Though there was time to waste, time to calm herself at the riverbank, she certainly did not want to go down into a flurried mood swing. Muttering softly to herself, Bluepaw cantered downwards until she lingered rather closely. She fished her paws into the shallow amount of water, her claws uprooting at the moist earth below. Lowering her muzzle, nose twitching and whiskers flaring, Bluepaw slowly worked her way around towards a bulky patch of reeds.
Perhaps there was another way, easier than this. And watermint, how in the world was she going to depict the watermint from the other waterside-growing herbs?
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp