to be or nah - open, m&g

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]It was morning when the darling child found himself sitting in the midst of bloodclan's camp, head slightly tilted to the left as he observed the creatures in which passed him. Skinny animals with clever eyes, burly animals with grey coats, those that belonged to the "canine" category, those who fit into "felines" and nearly everything inbetween. There were even some, such as deer or rabbits, walking about the camp as if though carnivore creatures with crimson covered paws and smirking hues were not eyeing them carefully. So where, did he fit into the categories, carefully devised into that of his ever captivating mind?

The child's appearance very well mirrored the uniqueness of his mental state. Bohemian was a fragile creature, looking as if though if one were to handle him to roughly he'd shatter into shards and pieces. His bones seemed to be made of glass, and were as light as a birds, body small and petite despite belonging to the race of liger. A facial structure pleasing to the eye and much more girlish than anything, with stunning hues of sapphire and gold, the one of ocean was splashed with stardust and so it stood to be truly stunning. Ivory furred and androgynous, he was truly something beautiful. Of course, he did not think as much. He simply put himself into the categories of "feline" and "lanky".

As Bohemian sat, observing and silent, he became well aware that nearly every face he saw he could not match a name too. That was pretty ridiculous seeing as these were his clanmates, and he was supposed to fight alongside them and what have according to the social norms, but he supposed he had been really to himself as of late. Well, he supposed he couldn't very well be going around playing guessing games with matching names to faces forever. A meet and greet was in order, but calling out the words were so overdone; he'd switch it up a bit. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." Bohemian proclaimed to gather attention, a smile of cunning and cleverness about his features.

It was a quote he'd heard the other day being announced by someone, he quite liked it. He could not read himself, though he desperately wished to gain the knowledge. As a few npcs flipped around, raising eyebrows at the child, the youth answered they're inquiring gazes with his name. "I'm Bohemian, a pleasure."

[[ bohemian was sitting around bored, realized he knew no one, shouted a random quote to get people's attention and started a meet and greet ]]

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Among the pool of faces, one became more prominent. It was that of a tigeress, golden coated with thick ebony stripes slashing about the amber base color with preciseness. Feline, female, young. All of these were in which what the elder creature was assigned too. She seemed quite unamused by his antics, causing also a sort of mental note that this one was not quite astute on literature. "Boleyn?" He repeated the name with a small tilt of the head before giving a distinct nod. He truly hoped to not forget it. The next to approach was a creature of his age; a panther. Gergorianpaw? Ah, he was the brother of the stolen child of the Eva woman. A mother who's mental state was slowly crumbling; not such an easy life this one held. "Are you always so huffy?" He inquired, eyes alight with mischief. This one would be quite fun to mess with; the stoic, hard-hearted ones always were.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]If the child had been aware that there was another named Bohemian, he'd of scowled and pouted, demanding to change his name to some difficult assortment of random letters that'd be practically impossible to be two of the same of. For he thought that all names were unique to one's being and stood be a reflection of the self; if they're were two of the same title, then the name held no great meaning behind it after all.

Of course this was all very silly and very idealistic, but little Bohemian was built from the fires of idealism; a fact that played a large roll on the odd way in which he saw the equally as odd world around him. The answer to the boy's inquiry was from a different speaker's mouth, causing his head to snap around to look upon the newcommer. This creature handled himself quite different from the previous two, with a suave sort of walk and a posed demeanor; this peaked the little ones interest almost immediately. Dorian? Certainly made the child think of some polished gentlemen wearing a top hat and sporting a cane. Did he always go about spewing book quotes? Bohemian simply shook his head, "Only on Tuesdays." The boy stated in a sing-song tone, hues a light with mischief. "You're not from around here, are you sir Dorian?"

"Sir" was added seeing as the other made him think of the old gentlemen in Victorian era england. The other held quite a strange scent about him, one that Bohemian could not recognize; but he was positive it was not of bloodclan.