Welcome
to Andalusian Nights
Andalusian Nights is an original animanga shapeshifter RP set in the fictional city of Sofia, Spain. Sofia is a safe haven for humans and shapeshifters alike, shaping their lives and giving them a steady home to be in. For the moment, it all looks peaceful on the outside. While all of this is going on, deep in the slums of Sofia an ancient evil stirs...
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OUT OF CHARACTER! ATTENTION ALL MEMBERS AND GUESTS! Registration is currently restricted, so if you want to make an account for your characters, it has to go through the staff. Guests, please don't make accounts as we are going through an overhaul of the site and we are closed for member registration. STAFF: Jinn, Vervaiin, & Abby.
IN CHARACTER The Festival del Mar has come to the city! Roughly translated to Festival of the Sea, Sofia is clad in vibrant colors and the boats are being prepared to launch off for a few days. There is a fishing competition, costume contests, music battles, cooking classes, and more! Some of the children of the Founders may be seen wandering the streets as well. At the same time, danger lurks at the edges of the city.
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Staff Members
that created andalusian nights
JINN
Also goes by Kite. Obsessive chocolate, music, and Harry Potter lover.
PROFILE
ABBY
Also goes by Abs. Interesting person all around, loves to get in the middle of some chaos and serve it up.
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VERVAIN
Also goes by V. The laziest, craziest, and strangest person you'll ever meet.
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Event
yo what's goin' on
FESTIVAL DEL MAR
To celebrate the soft opening of the site, there will be an art/writing contest and an advertising contest! They will go on for awhile, so prepare to settle in for the long run. As we open the site, there's a festival in Sofia! But be careful- danger lurks at every corner, even if your characters are not aware of it.
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Census
who's all here?
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HUMANS
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♂ 00
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♀ 01
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✮ 01
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SHIFTERS
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♂ 06
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♀ 05
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✮ 11
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TEACHERS
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♂ 01
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♀ 00
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✮ 01
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STUDENTS
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♂ 01
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♀ 04
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CIVILIANS
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♂ 03
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♀ 02
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TOTAL
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♂ 06
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♀ 06
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✮ 12
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Credit
to all that is due
ANDALUSIAN NIGHTS was created by Jinn. Modded by Jinn, Abby, and Vervaiin. The theme was made by Dorothia, this includes Board Mod, Mini-Profile and such. Images were found on Google, Zerochan or any other image resource site. Some ideas were given by various people. |
Another Day, Another Dollar [open]
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Post by Maeve O'Donahue on Oct 30, 2018 18:22:06 GMT -5
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Notes: join me~
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[attr="class","vpostb"] [attr="class","vpostbg"]A partially cloudy day had brought out most of Sofia to the market to buy their produce for the week. It was the weekend once again, and today Maeve was in charge of the stand. Usually her parents ran it, but they were busy repairing the roof to the horse's barn. Since they weren't expecting rain anytime soon, they didn't have to rush the repairs. However, they still wanted to get it done as soon as possible.
Here you go ma'm. Maeve smiled at the woman and handed her change. She wished the lady a good day, then went back to rearranging produce at her stall. It seemed there had been nothing but back-to-back customers for the last hour, but finally she had a moment of peace. Maeve grabbed the lower part of her apron and wiped it across her face. To other people, it was probably gross to use the same apron she often wiped her hands. Maeve couldn't care less. She rarely got breakouts anyway.
Their stall was simple. A large white, cotton canopy with small, green flags hanging down from the sides. Surrounding her on the left were wooden crates full of fresh vegetables and some of their fruits. On her right were the fresh meat for the day. Most people ordered meat ahead of time to be picked up for that day, but she also had extra meat for last minute customers.
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Post by Cenre Addaux on Oct 31, 2018 19:49:58 GMT -5
Hold on to me
'Cause I'm a little unsteady
Cenre, despite his thick coat, did not like the cold. At one point in his life he had traveled to a colder climate and spend the entire time buried in blankets with the heat cranked up. Since that awful trip, he made a point to appreciate the warmth that Sofia had to offer. At least usually. Being like many dogs, Cerne hated thunderstorms to the point of having major anxiety attacks. Sofia had good weather most of the time, but when it rained it poured, and the storms got pretty bad.
On a lightly cloudy day, the black dog was fine. His morning had begun with begging in the park. He had gotten enough so his belly wasn't rumbling, but not enough to satisfy him. So now he was prowling around, looking for hopeful signs of easily accessible garage, or a kind hearted looking person. He tried his best to be given things rather than stealing. That was a last resort. He had his eyes on a little booth that sold what looked like fresh produce. Cenre's nose told him it also sold meat of some kind, and the that woman sitting there worked around animals a lot. The warm scent of horses and cattle clung to the redhead almost as if it was apart of her natural scent. Perfect. Surely someone who has animals would be willing to give a hungry dog a bit of an apple or potato? He would love fresh meat, but he wasn't as crazy as he seemed.
He padded up to the booth and sat in front of the woman, ears pricked forward, head tilted slightly, tongue out. He added a soft whine for good measure. Look I'm a hungry stray dog. I'm cute and friendly. Please give me something to eat. He tried to say with his icy blue eyes.
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Post by Nazaret Castro on Nov 2, 2018 22:57:49 GMT -5
[nospaces] [break] El tiempo todo calma la tempestad y la calma
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HAY UN TROZO DE LUZ EN ESTA OSCURIDAD
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Nazaret's high ponytail rocked back and forth as she walked on the cobblestones of the farmer's market, bag slung over her shoulder and her favorite round retro glasses on her face. Work wasn't until six, so she was doing some grocery shopping. She only ever bought from the local farmers, or at least when she could afford it. Plus she loved it here on the outskirts of the city. Less tourists, less mainstream, more of the Sofia that she loved. There was also more of the risk of the mysterious serial killer coming out from one of the narrow alleyway's and trying to kill her... But she was very sure of herself that she would whip his arse by greeting his face with her back hooves. So she wasn't worried.[break][break]
She approached a nearby vender and waved hello. "Buenos Dias, I'd like two of those yellow onions por favor, and three of those red chili peppers." She usually spoke in Spanish to the people in Sophia, but this girl looked like she wasn't from around here, so she decided to switch over to make her more comfortable. She was going to make the greatest dish tonight...[break][break]
She paused in her thought process as something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. A black dog had suddenly come up to the vendor, wagging his tail and looking innocent and precious. "Awww perrito." She cooed. "He must want some of your delicious food." She said chuckling. "He is a cute one, he is."
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Post by Maeve O'Donahue on Nov 5, 2018 9:29:49 GMT -5
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[attr="class","vpostb"] [attr="class","vpostbg"]Maeve fingered the next page of the farming magazine while reading a small section about a new system of irrigation. She snorted lightly at the ridiculously over-complicated mechanism they were attempting to sell. Maeve was nearly finished with the article when a voice piped up in the background. Maeve looked up from the magazine to see a young, tan girl. Even when she spoke English, Maeve could hear the Spanish accent roll off her tongue. It was a beautiful language - one that Maeve knew as well, despite her very Irish-looking appearance. Maeve made sure to learn the language enough to hold a conversation back when she attended the University. As a horse breeder, she dealt with customers outside of Sofia as well. Some didn't know much English.
Buenos Dias, right away. Maeve grabbed a paper bag from a shelf on her booth. She grabbed a couple large onions and three red peppers from her pile. She briefly held the onions and the peppers up to her nose to smell, satisfied with the subtle aroma they gave off. They would be perfect. That will be 4 euros, please. She said as she placed the bag on the counter and slide it towards the girl.
Eh? A black figure hovered nearby, begging with a sad whine. The girl cooed at the dog, but Maeve wasn't falling for the pathetic charade. Yea, real cute. She said sarcastically. She leaned forward over the counter and looked closely at the black dog. Her amethyst eyes searched his fur for any indication that he was a shifter, but she couldn't find one immediately. Git out of here, you free-loader. If you want to be wild and free, go catch your own food. Dogs on my farm work for their food. She used her hands to shoo the dog away. Go on, git!
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Post by Cenre Addaux on Nov 5, 2018 14:28:24 GMT -5
Hold on to me
'Cause I'm a little unsteady
Cen wagged his tail at the new woman as she talked at him. He did his best to always appear friendly, especially towards people who might help him get his next meal. His tail stilled however when the lady who smelled of cows tried to shoot him away. The black dog gave the woman as much of a stern look as he could before turning away. Fine then. I tried to do things the right way. After all, I only steal what I can't afford.
Instead he turned to the nice lady and boofed softly at her. She smelled interesting, but he could not place what it was. Horse, but not horse. Maybe she, like the angry red head, worked with big animals. He decided not to do anything until she had left. The fewer witnesses the better. Licking her hand, he turned away and walked down the block to where he knew he would be able to double back through a narrow alley.
A few minutes later, Cen sat in the darkest shadow he could find and watched the produce stand with his icy eyes. As soon as he was fairly sure no one else was around, and the owner of the food was busy doing whatever it was that wasn't looking for him, he ran as fast as his four feet would carry him. He grabbed a large apple in his jaws and turned to flee down the road, feeling very pleased with himself, and inwardly laughing for the moment.
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Post by Maeve O'Donahue on Jan 22, 2019 19:28:12 GMT -5
[attr="class","vbord"] [attr="class","vbox"] [attr="class","vcover"] [attr="class","vgroup"] [attr="class","voguet"] [attr="class","mainv"]MAEVE [attr="class","vlyrics"] Strength is Getting kicked down But choosing to Get right back in the saddle
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[attr="class","vpostb"] [attr="class","vpostbg"] The dog vanished from sight, clearly having got the message that he (she could tell his gender based on scent - being part animal is weird) was not welcome there. However, if the dog had decided to stay and actually work for her, then she probably would have given him some of her products. Oh well.
Maeve wiped her hands on her shirt, ready to help the next customer when she heard it. Chomp. The sound of teeth into an apple. Thunk. The sound of another apple hitting the ground. Out of the corner of her eye, a black-furred beast high-tailed it away. She didn't have to see it, but she knew a single, red apple was clamped between his jaws.
Oh hell, no.
Maeve leapt over the counter and took off after the dog without hesitation. Hey you! She screamed at the dog. People turned around and stared at her in surprise. Many jumped out of her, dare they risk being knocked over as she barreled down the street. In the back of her mind, Maeve realized she had just left her stall unattended. I'll deal with that later, she though. Sophia was generally a virtuous town - unless you were a black dog, of course.
The speed of the dog was no match for her in human form. She was beginning to lose him. Maeve let out a grunt of anger, letting the rage carry her into her shift. A couple gasp of surprise when suddenly her human form was replaced by a large, ginger-colored cow. Her horns rose out widely to the side. Her thick hooves shook the earth as she ran.
She lowered her head, let out a bellow of anger, and stampeded on.
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