Histories

[Xebulon]

Very true LabrnMystic, very true.
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[MrWolf12]

[LabrnMystic]

[Ronald]

[duo2nd]

[Ashton Gray]

If memory serves, this was before you arived. Or I could be wrong, I'm doing 5 things at once here so it's not entirely impossible.
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[YoungCesar]

No,you're right,it was before you arrived duo.And if i remember,there was supossed to be a thread-theories about Bon Bon,where this and more was disscused.But i kinda lost track of it.
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Ascendo tuum!

[sexymanz]

Johny:LoL, I just realized... did you just call me "Johnny Bravo"?


glad you saw that because i sure did lol ^^
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I guess im not really going to be a member anytime soon... so please members of BonBon... please help me out with my character discriptions so that way maybe one day a artist here can put a pic of my character on a forum... i would love to see that happen one day... (anyone please?)

[Shadow9808]

I myself am hard at work with Leon's with Path of Darkness, a retelling of his deeds and why he's here in Bon Bon.
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[Drofgod969]

jonny, kommy, nightwolf , fireheart yall did very well in yalls storys. man now this would be a good place to play D&D o ya cant see every one . but still a good rpg with yall could bee fun too. kinda sucks some are doing a rpg but i cant join (no avatar + not a member) mrwolf12 i didnt leave you out i just posted at your history page.
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Let me stand behind you in times of peace, let me stand infront of you in times of war, let me stand beside you as a equall, as a friend.

[Feingo Ferinton]

If you want, I'd start a new one you could join
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[LabrnMystic]

You don't need an avatar to play with others.

The main reason I haven't been involved in any of the Role Playing over here is. . . I don't know. I prefer to sit down and work on them where I won't be distracted. I'm mostly only online when at work, and I get called away at work at any given moment. *sigh*
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[Mystic]

I just haven't been a fan of Role Playing of late. There was a time when I may have, but its passed for now.
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Oh, I'd tell myself
What good do you do
Convince myself

[Xebulon]

[kommy]

Much too busy to do it much, myself. I also prefer to stick to people I know well. I'm a picky vixen when it comes to those I wish to deal with.
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[Ashton Gray]

I suppose that leaves a good deal of us out in the cold, then.
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[Mystic]

[LabrnMystic]

[henkcobra]

History of HenkCobra

After a normal life with his parents and 2 sisters he joined the dutch army.
After he had a normal training in the army, he was send away to the colony in Japan. He became friends with a clan of samourai who teached him the way of the warrior. After 3 years they had to stop, outsiders where not allowed to join the highest ranks of the samourai.

Henk's personality was changed, he promised him self that he will fight for the weak until they where strong. He came back to Europe, but didn't returned home.

Because there where some criminals/ warlords etc. how wanted to destroy his home land, he became member of a secret group of dutch warriors.

There purpose was to end the lives of how wanted to hurt the netherlands.

Henk Cobra became 5th best in hand to hand combat, 3th in scouting, 2th in handweapons, last one in sex acts and 4th in fireweapons. Because off this he was the best of the group.

But after he find out that the last attack had to made at a noble and honorable man, how only wanted peace and freedom for everyone. Henk Cobra objects and disable the secret group. He talked to the other members and they all left the secret group.

But there price was high, all family of them where kill in 'accidents', Henk Cobra had no one any more.

Didn't what to do he looked in the papers of one defeated warlord, where he fond a map to Bonbon. A place where was pleasure, rest and some company.
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My FA; http://www.furaffinity.net/user/henkcobra/

[peter_wolf]

i know i don't have a costume avatar yet but here is a little something about my furrsona that i would like u all to know

name: Apachi Suraki

gender: male

nationality: Thai

sexuality: heterosexual

occupation: stone cuter

history:Apachi Suraki is a dark gray wolf (almost black) with green eyes and light gray hair. was born in Thailand when he turned 5 he started to learn Mui Thai (Thai kick boxing). His master was a friend to him and every one in the village that he lived in every one respected him. His master was trying to teach him how to control the power of mui Thai and how to stay calm under pressure but he was to reckless and got angry very easily back then.

He continued to lean until his 18th birthday, when he was banished form his village when he unintentionally killed his master in a sparing mach .When he left he headed north to find the pace called Europe that he heard so much about, but he ended up in Africa when he took the wrong boat luckily he found a tribe that took him in until he turned 20. Then he had to leave because of a war that was starting with the tribe and a nabering one because he did not want to fight.

After he left he finally made it to Europe but he was broke when he got there so he started to do street performance show casing his martial arts to get some money. But was soon arrested for breaking property and was held in jail for a year but, while in jail he over heard some one talking about bon bon the city of dreams and fortune and about how no one asks about your past.

So when he got out of jail he decided that he would head for this place and along the way he helped people with odd jobs here and there to help with his ever present money problem until he made it to bon bon and now he can start a new life but he still thinks about his village that he can never return to and trains every day to keep his masters beliefs alive. He has learned to control his anger and has never throne a punch in anger sense the death of his beloved friend and master.
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[Vergil]

[kommy]

Wow, this is an old thread... Normally, I don't approve of raising the dead. In this case, however, I make an exception. I had honestly forgotten everything here and it was a joy to see it again.

*chuckles* Thank you for this minor breach, Vergil. Perhaps I can go back to writing now that I have a little time on my paws.
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[Vergil]

[Chaosengine]

I've been meaning to do this for awhile, but here it is. My fursona's history. Feel free to let me know if there's anything I can do to improve it.




The life of a Pennsylvanian miner during the mid to late 1800’s was nearly as dangerous as dancing on a minefield. There existed NO legislation of any kind to offer them protection or decent treatment. In 1871, 112 men were killed in the anthracite mines, and 332 permanently injured. In seven years, 556 men had been killed and 1,565 maimed or crippled for life. Out of 22,000 miners, more than 5,000 were sixteen years of age or under. Take-home pay was uncertain; deductions were often arbitrary or at the whim of the owners by means of what they called the "bobtail check." A typical week's wages for a miner at the time was $35; expenses, including rent, groceries, and a new drill, came to $35.03."

It was during this turbulent time that a group of Pennsylvanian miners formed a group opposed to unfairness and intolerable working conditions; they called themselves the “Mollie McGuire’s”. What commenced was an historical clash between coal company executives and common laborers that resulted in a series of unnecessary deaths on both sides. From 1877 to 1879, 26 Mollie McGuire’s were sentenced and hanged for their crimes.

Amongst their number was a simple, hardworking rat by the name of Riske Living. A rough and tumble scrapper who’s family had known nothing but struggle and misfortune since crossing the sea from Ireland so long ago. As to whether the men he associated with were guilty or innocent, none can say, but when given the choice between siding with the company and saving his life or remaining loyal to his brothers of the mine and swinging by the neck, Riske chose death.

On June 21, 1877, also known as Black Thursday, the first ten of twenty Irish Miners were hung. Riske’s son, Ernest stood next to his distraught mother and watched helplessly as his father died. The woman wept uncontrollably, but as for Ernest, the lad of fourteen said not a word nor moved an inch. Much to his family’s dismay, he shed no tears, but gripped his mother’s hand with such force that he popped her smallest finger out of joint. After this horrendous event, the young rat was changed forever.

Ernest Evan Living was born on the fifteenth of March in 1863 near Pottsville. A run-of-the-mill grey rat with no obvious outstanding qualities, he was one of four children. He was preceded by two older sisters and followed by a younger brother who sadly died at age ten from illness. Originally, he had set his sights on higher education, but after the events of 1877, redirected his focus to his fallen progenitors vocation. Against his mothers wishes, he put everything aside in favor of mining and within four years had surpassed his father’s reputation and capabilities amongst the working Irish. Putting aside the traditional pick axe and shovel of his contemporaries, young Ernest gladly embraced nitroglycerin and dynamite as the tools of his trade. Placing his top priorities on the use and mastery of this notoriously unstable commodity, his name became synonymous with precise and efficient blasting, whether above ground or below.

Ernest tossed aside his once clean and gentle exterior to fully epitomize the tough and burly life of a laborer. Favoring strong drink and foul cigars, he engaged in the traditional rough housing and fist fights that were typical amongst his brethren during their limited off hours. Despite being as far detached from polite society as one can imagine, he takes after his species noted adaptability and can clean himself up rather admirably if need be.

The tragic building blocks of his youth have made the rat an enigma to his fellow man. His personality can be seen as blusterous, sardonic or even downright antagonistic to those who do not know him. Coupled with a thinly veiled sense of self loathing and randomness, the miner has trouble making friends and often seems to have more enemies than usual. All of this is a façade, however, for within that calloused frame lies the fractured remains of a broken-hearted little rat who loves and misses his dead father.

The Pinkerton Agency, a group of infamous law dogs and so called “detectives” were integral in the downfall of the Mollies. After the mass execution of the miners, the Pinkerton’s kept close watch over the families of the deceased to prevent any further action taken against the coal companies. Ernest’s change in character and love of explosives pegged him as a dangerous rat and a potential terrorist in the eyes of the law. The detectives continued to shadow him into his twenties, constantly dogging his tail and harassing him at every turn, in hopes of forcing him to take action and provide reason for arrest.

In 1885, the offices of the Titan mining company were blown sky high in the middle of the night. The building was empty and no injuries of any kind were reported. The finger of blame was placed squarely upon Ernest, who swore his innocence vehemently. When the mining company claimed a large sum of insurance money and began construction of a larger and more spacious office site, the miners sensed a convenient set up and with the help of one Father James Harrigan, smuggled Ernest out of the country and into Europe to avoid false prosecution.

Living worked diligently throughout the countryside, offering his talents to fellow miners for a fraction of what one of his talents would normally ask. He held nothing but contempt for the mine owners and company men, who were as greedy and ruthless as the ones back home.

It is in 1893 that a major strike amongst British coal miners began. Arguments over safety and wages threatened to stifle the industry and executives were desperate to end it quickly. Seizing the opportunity, overseers spread false rumors that Ernest was a company scab hired to oust the striking workers for a wave of immigrants to replace them on the job. Most chose not to believe, but a handful of desperate and bigoted workers took the lies to heart. Ernest was harassed, assaulted and his quarters and possessions vandalized. Wanting nothing more than to fight it out, the rat was later talked into leaving by the ever present Father James, who suggested a little place in Italy where a gentleman could hide and never be found.

I don’t think Ernest is entirely prepared for what he’s about to experience…
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[Kiala_Tiagra]

heya guys just curious...I have a character history but the history is around the present time 21st century

I noticed that maybe I need to adjust my history to the victorian age cause most of you guys did it too? but I'm afraid I don't know much about the victorian age x3
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[Xebulon]

Well, Bon Bon is set in the year 1895. So if you want your character to fit in then yes, you will need to adjust his/her backstory. As for research material, there's always the ever popular Wikipedia.
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[Kiala_Tiagra]

oki then thank you kind sir

PS: I have a feeling I may need some help from you guys about this topic ^_^;
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[Lidia_Apricot]

No worries, Kiala. We are here to help one another and that includes you :3.

[henkcobra]

[Vergil]