[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]2D whistled, pressing a paw against his keyboard. The tune of "Dirty Harry" was being played along with his whistle. Sure he was usually the vocal but of course he could do some instruments too, like the keyboard or guitar and...That was about it. He glanced around in case anyone was watching and when he found there was none began to sing. I need'a gun to keep myself from harm..." His voice was surprisingly low compared to his high-pitched, comical speaking tone. For a moment his big black eyes were narrowed in focus. A intense aura was around him which was only there when focused on his music. It was a little strange.
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PANIC PANIC | open, keyboard
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[justify]GENERAL.
Livepaw Radium-Midoriko-Xerxes | goes by Stevie | female | she/her | 10 months | July 4th, 2015 | apprentice of Windclan | biromantic bisexual | single | crushing on nobody | Lunae Radium-Midoriko-Xerxes x Jude | adopted younger sister of Higuchi | loosely based off Sonja Percy from NCIS: New Orleans and Steve Rogers/Captain AmericaPHYSICAL.
appearance.[li]domestic feline | short, thundercloud-black fur | sturdy, slightly overweight, slightly smaller than the average | amber eyes | easy[/li]
accessories.[li]a blue-black cap with the words "NCIS" in faded white capital letters on the front[/li]
health.[li]constantly covered in scratches and bruises from various fights[/li]
POWERS.
conjuration | invisibility | scent manipulationINTERACTION.
attack in bold #000000 or bold #ffe866 | mentally easy | no kill | no maim | ask for capture | can powerplay nonviolent/friendly actions | all opinions IC onlyLINKS.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; text-align: justify; line-height: 140%; font-size: 8pt]the advisor, upon hearing the lulling music, would quickly come over. [color=#CC0000]"you're quite talented," jonathan would note with a smile.
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• jonathan toews ( pronounced as tayvz )
• windclan
• temping for sky 05/22/16 - 06/01/16
• main body: timber wolf
• elemental powers
• vampirism
• venomous fangs
• shapeshifting ( current body is bolded )
• night fury
• hippogriff
• bengal tiger
• serval
• timber wolf w/ prosthetic leg
• teleportation
• 20 months ( spiritually 28 years old )
• advisor
• formerly human
• engaged to eskimokisses
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Crap. 2D jumped up before pushing his paws together nervously, his little toes wriggling. "I'm Just playing D-Dirty Harry...It's a song from my band ya see, with Murdoc and uhm...Yeah." With shaky paws the great Dane tried sticking a cigarette in his mouth that had been behind his ear but just couldn't, so instead he just smiled his crazy smile. When you missed your two front teeth and basically had the worse teeth ever anyway a smile wasn't so nice. "Hi! I'm, uh, Stuart Pot but me band mates call me 2D on account'a the two dents in my head." His bright blue fur rose up a bit just as his completely black eyes widened. Oh gosh, he was being weird.
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"The poor people are burning in the sun."
Noodle finished the first verse with a small smile on her maw, thin eyes looking at her friend and the strangers that surrounded him. But her attention was on the keyboard that 2D had found. "Oh! Where did you find that, 'D? I have been looking everywhere for a guitar, but there is none to be found." The lead guitarist frowned for a moment at her luck. You would think after getting left for dead for a while, and getting scarred up by her captors, her luck would come back when she joined in WindClan.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]As his friend approached 2D perked up. "I dunno Noodle, I just found in'a woods over there I guess. Maybe they's got one you can borrow." He didn't know whar else to add because that manic music feeling was still fogging up his already slow thoughts. "Do's we got any gigs coming up? I'm in'a real dandy mood...Yeah." Like a idiot he slipped forward and conked his head on the keyboard in front of him, but got up as if it wasn't anything. It looked like a bump would be formed.
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Noodle couldn't help but giggle at 2D's faceplant into the keyboard. "I do not think so. I believe Russel and Murdoc-" She almost spat the secondary name out, her tail lashing a little. "-are still getting used to WindClan first." The siamese brightened up a bit. "We could try and plan one here, maybe? I have heard some WindClanner's humming some of our tunes, but they don't seem to recognize us at all."
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At the tune of the song he had made his way over to find 2D playing the keyboard... and hitting his head on it. He really was kind of a moron. Truth be told, Noodle was kind of the only band member he could really stand. Approaching the two, Russel thought about the proposal. "I'd need a set of drums." He shrugged. Of course, he could probably improvise, but he'd prefer an actual set.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]2D scrunched his face up, they had heard them but not seen them? Hm. Oh well, at least they knew something, right? "Well that's a good kick to the ego, huh?" He ran a paw across his forehead to find the beginning of a bruise. With everyone whacking him did he really need to hurt himself too, and if so why? "Hey Russel how's Windclan treating you? So far I found me self a keyboard but I need to socialize too...that's the hard part." The Great Dane drawled in his cockney accent, eyes focused on his stockier band mate.
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That guy sustained so many injuries it was a miracle he was still alive. "Fine." His reply was blunt. He didn't have much to say on it - he'd only been here for so long. Regardless, he was pretty apathetic about it so far. Huffing slightly, Russel shifted his weight. Socializing? "Don't worry, man." Someone would take pity on him.
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Noodle flattened her ears. She wasn't the best at socializing either. Out of all of them, Mur had the most potential, but he hated everyone too much to realize it. "I think we're all going to have that problem." She looked down at her darker coloured paws. "But Rus is right. We shouldn't really worry about it, it'll make it worse."