SHADOW OF A SOUL | Open, Joining

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    [Center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 1px solid gray; padding-top: 10px; width: 400px; font-family: gisha; font-size: 20pt; color: white]Winterpaw ✵
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: gisha] So, here they were. At the border of the Exiles. Winterpaw gave a long look around as they waited at the border, icy blue eyes, well, icy. She had been... Out of commission for a long time, and her time as a loner had taught her a few things. No more were they the energetic, bold little kitten of the Tribe of Marshland Grasses. No, their Clan and its history was long gone. She had kept her name, more out of sentiment than anything else, gotten a few new scars, and had gone into hiding. But they didn't intend to stay like that for long and were now at this vicious Clan's border, awaiting someone to greet them. She had heard of Bill Cipher, of the Clan's dark and evil history, how they were friends with no one.
    She liked that.
    And so now, the small tortoishell feline could only wait, unsheathing and sheathing her claws impatiently. How evil exactly was this Clan? What were they like? She was eager to know, eager to see. A new life had begun for them, after all. They could be anything they wanted to be here.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 120%][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px ; width: 73px; height: 95px; background: url(http://i68.tinypic.com/2rnj8ki_th.png) center; float: left; fill: auto;][/fancypost] sans was the first to approach. he hated that - being stuck alone with someone. someone he knew nothing about. would they try and kill him? would they get mad and kill him again when they realized he couldnt stay dead? a feline could only dream of being stuck in a circle of constant death, but the creatures in this timeline got bored rather easily. oh, well. * name an' buisness, kid. the skeletal felidae muttered from around his cigarette, utterly and completely dead inside.


    [spoiler=MOBILE TAGS]GENERAL ;
    underfell 'sans' dreemurr | npc xx npc | male | ageless | will regenerate if killed | short and violent | drug addict | black domestic feline with white skeleton markings | shark-like teeth, one gold-plated canine | black eyes, left pupil glows red | glowing red ectotongue | pansexual grey-demiromantic | dating gleefulcomic | father to pastelpaw | #UNDERFELLSANS


    POWERS;
    all free powers | ability to glow [firebrick red, left pupil and tongue] | mutations [red acidic tongue, can digest blood] | ability to give and take pain | custom pelt [bone markings] | black blood/spit/tears, shapeshifting [dire wolf, domestic feline, gasterblaster cerberus | time control | phasing/ghostmode | molecule manipulation | replaced body part [snake jaw, can unhinge] | teleportation | emotion manipulation | super strength | memory manipulation


    INTERACTION;
    extreme physically | impossible mentally | sadist | level 1 | 1hp | only fights with magic | will not harm children | attack in bolded firebrick | pm for capture or major injury | no apprentice | has a deeply hidden sense of mercy | can powerplay affection / non-violent actions


    LINKS;
    ask.fm | [color=firebrick]twitter | [color=firebrick]art
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify;]lucas came up beside sans, cocking up one non-existient eyebrow in interest. probably another joiner, but this girl was...very small. not so small, like a kitten, but she seemed to be about seven months. of course, lucas couldn't tell her real age, so he couldn't judge her yet. but if she was how old he thought she was, he would just wonder, 'why the hell is she wanderin' around the exiles?'.


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    [Center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 1px solid gray; padding-top: 10px; width: 400px; font-family: gisha; font-size: 20pt; color: white]Winterpaw ✵
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: gisha] Ah, here was someone. Winter turned to the skeletal-patterned male and nodded to him stiffly in greeting. He didn't seem to be the one in charge, not that she was openly hoping for the leader, but ould go ahead and answer his question. It was mandatory questioning, after all. "I'm here to join. My name's Winterpaw," They replied in what they hoped was a stoic manner. She kept her chin up and stared at the first feline until another approached, this one a bit more regular-looking. She could almost sense his judgement of her. Yeah, she was small, but she wasn't afraid of anything. They could survive in the Exiles, they were sure of it, and no random guy was going to tell them otherwise. Her tail flicked impatiently, assuming they had an auto-accept policy, but wanted to be sure as well.




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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;][justify] trotting up next to sans, gleeful would look down at winterpaw, an unreadable look plastered on his features. he seemed mighty bored at the moment. "welcome to the exiles, then. i'm gleefulcomic."




    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify;]winterpaw. his mind instantly flew to the thought of it; sharp winds, cold snow, less prey... why anyone would name their innocent child after such a harsh time was beyond him. maybe they were harsh as a child, and they changed their name? he had no idea. "welcome to the exiles," he greeted her, giving a nod. "i'm lucas, nice to meet you."


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    [Center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 1px solid gray; padding-top: 10px; width: 400px; font-family: gisha; font-size: 20pt; color: white]Winterpaw ✵
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: gisha] They glanced over at the newcomer who arrived, nodding to him in greeting. He looked bit bored, but Winterpaw decided to not be offended. If he looked bored, so be it. She didn't really care much either. About him. To the former guy though, she deemed a bit more likable and nodded to him. "Hey Lucas. And thank you," The tortoishell told him. Her name was based on the season yes, but not exactly due to his thoughts. She didn't know why her name was the way it was, she merely accepted it. Why change it? Winter could also be a time of strength, perseverance, and hope for he coming spring.




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    Hearing the greetings, the pup made his way over, eyes settling on the joiner. "Hi, welcome to The Exiles. I'm Whirlingpup." the half-ghoul introduced as he observed the joiner. The feline seemed rather small compared with other ones he had seen. Though it seemed that Winterpaw wouldn't let that bring her down.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: auto; height: auto; font-size: 38px; color: palegreen][justify]Δ[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-left: 5px solid black; border-right: 0px solid black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto;][sub]upon hearing distant voices, jeff made his way over, by instinct, waited for a second to figure out what was happening and then stated "hey, i'm jeff. if you need anything you probably shouldn't come to me." no, because he was either sleeping or murdering some small fluffy creature either because he was hungry or bored. and he didn't much like to share his food, so.[/fancypost]


    [sub]BATTLE TAGS || #MELTEMPLATE Δ

    [Center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 1px solid gray; padding-top: 10px; width: 400px; font-family: gisha; font-size: 20pt; color: white]Winterpaw ✵
    to be impassive to the words that could save you[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: gisha] Winterpaw was a little surprised to see others willing to take time out of their day to come say hi. Honestly, with the stories she'd heard of the place, she was a little surprised they hadn't tried to rip her to pieces. Although a good fight was always nice, they weren't sure if they were totally up for that right now. Plus, she was technically one of them now. "Hello Whirlingpup, Jeff. Don't worry, I won't," The feline told them, nodding to each.




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