[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Stuart Pot was feeling a little down and all with the memories of plastic beach. With a small sigh he got up and lumbered around for a bit, not sure what he was planning to do. It didn't take long for him to get drunk...Really drunk. Like so drunk he could barely talk. Which was probably why he even agreed to get a tattoo from some dodgy loner. A tattoo that cost him his pride and something that definitely was not okay, but hey at least he had beaten his own level of stupid, right? "MUUUUUUUUURDOOCCC your a stupi' goth lil weasel you are!" The fiery pain on both his hunches made him feel a little bold, the black, blocky lettering of "2" on his left hunch and "D" on his right hunch really got him thinking about how bad his band mate had treated him. It really got him angry.
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llaaammmee | open, drunk + tattoo
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: -1px; float: left; WIDTH: 135PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Praguepaw[/fancypost][b] windclan - honorguard - general tags - powers tags - battle tags[hr][size=10][font=timesnewroman]Alcohol. Praguepaw had not always known the scent but after multiple encounters with other WindClanners whose breath reeked of the foul stuff, the young honourguard had grown to memorise the scent. He certainly did not approve - not only was alcohol dangerous to the drinker's health as well as their clan well-being, but it was a human product. A large no-no in his mind. Approaching slowly, his pale amber eyes running over Stuart's new tattoos, Praguepaw could not help asking, "H-how did you g-get those?"
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○ six months old
○ adoptive son of eskimokisses
○ biological son of archangel & desirare
○ mentored by samantha
○ speaks with a stutterpowers tags --
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CAKE FROSTING
"throw on your dress and put on your doll faces."
Cake's Bio | Plot with Cake | Cake's heart chart[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake more then hated alcohol. She loathed it. She had no sympathy for anyone who decided to get themselves seriously drunk. And she defiantly had no sympathy for anyone suffering from hang overs. It was a quick way to lose what little respect the winged feline may or may not have held for someone. She curled her lip and wrinkled her nose in disgust at the reek of booze, glaring at Stuart. She kept close to Praguepaw. [b]"Uh... I agree. What is that?" She gestured to the tattoo. If she even remotely knew what a tattoo was, she'd be wondering how the hell a canine managed to get one.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]basic info: - Cake Frosting "Cake"
- Genderfluid (she/her or he/his)
- Domesticated black short haired cat, wears a ribbon
- Bisexual
- used to be a barn cat before joining WC
- Inspired by Melanie Martinez's album character Cry Babypersonality: - narcissistic
- rude
- bratty
- self entitled
- selfish
- oblivious to other's emotions
- bitter & grumpy
- "i'm the princess"[b]In Battle: - no powers yet
- physically weak -- easy to fight
- learning basic battle training
- injury allowed
- no killingOther:
- plot with cake
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Female ~|~ 2 yrs old ~|~ Arabian horse
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The smell of alcohol was not unfamiliar to the Arabian, but she was surprised to find the scent in WindClan. A few times she remembered the lingering scent of the stuff on some people, but never quite this strong. She walked up to already find Praguekit and Cake questioning the Great Dane, who's name she did not know. He was almost as tall as Proxima was though; counting his head he was about the height of her shoulder. She took notice of the tattoo only after the two had pointed it out, asking where he got it. She was a little more curious as too why the canine had been drinking human alcohol, but decided not to ask any more questions. Instead she stood by silently and waited.[hr]
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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.
biography | plot thread | heart-chart[/justify][/fancypost]
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; text-align: justify; line-height: 140%; font-size: 8pt]the stench of alcohol stung jonathan's nose, causing the timber wolf to frown with concern as he made his way over. spotting 2d, the advisor immediately noticed the tattoos, as well as the quickly forming crowd. [color=#CC0000]"what happened? 2d, are those...tattoos?" he questioned in confusion.
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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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After seeing some of Murdoc's old tatoos, Noodle knew what they were and was slightly disgusted by them. So when she saw her great dane bandmate drunk off of his tail and trying to curse at Murdoc, who wasn't even here, the she-cat frowned. "Stuart, what did you do out there?" She asked, her voice a bit tense as her tail lashed back and forth.
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her eyes glanced over to notice the other, her tail swishing back and forth in robotic manner. it looks like... the vocalist was consuming alcoholic drinks. "organic life forms should not be drinking such liquids." she said, stopping beside noodle to blink a few times. "they should be consuming things such as water, or milk."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"You's never seen a tattoo before? What a stupid question." Stuart said with a sigh, shaking his head. He knew how they felt and oh boy did he know how ignorant they all were to judge someone on their drinking habits, it was almost pathetic if not down right offensive. "I mean, I found a guy got a god damn tattoo, is it really that shocking? Jesus Christ you *in country folk have never even see a stupid tattoo? Gawd. Milk hardens your arteries, read that in a book I did, mm-hmm. Who's an idiot now?" Usually he would be profusely apologizing or panicking but he felt just a bit too annoyed for that. Huffing, he turned and tried ambling away to find Murdoc.
[color=transparent]speech: #F3ECE2basic info
- Stuart Pot | goes by Stu-pot or 2D
- physically 19 years old | mentally 19 years
- Cockney accent | carries a keyboard | carries clown mask | carries pain medication | carries switchblade
- windclan warrior | previously lived in the city | sunclan warrior
- singing voice example one, two, and three
- speaking voice example one, two, and three
- has sever ptsd from the plastic beach episode
- singer of The Gorrilaz
- pre-phase twoappearance
- a azure blue great Dane | completely black eyes
- has no front teeth
- when nervous puts tongue in nostril or chews nails
- extremely skinny and very tall
- Has a tattoo on both hunches | "2" on left hunch | "D" on left hunch
- strangely good lookingpersonality
- seriously stupid | confident | worried | loud
- clumsy | has a short attention span
- musician | passionate | caring
- friendly | clueless | forgivingbattle info
- physically average | mentally easy
- very clumsy | mainly pacifist
- attack in underlined black | put name in caps to be noticed
- little stamina | fights with a switchblade
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt] "he is not acting like his usual self." was all that she said in response, turning to stare at him for a few moments before she stood up. "if you want to retrieve murd-" she twitched, a few sparks coming from her neck. "-master. if you want him i will get him for you."
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"'D, come on, lets get you back to one of the shacks." For once, she was agreeing with her cyborg counterpart. She'd seen him drunk before, but he'd never been pissy to anyone except for Murd and maybe Rus when he was like that. "You can go scream at Murdoc when you're not like that." The domestic's tail twitched as she ran off after her friend.
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Quiet track. Not sure if I should respond hmm.//GENERAL;
Murdoc Alphonce Niccals | 31 years of age(mentally), physical age is around 8 years | Male | Domestic feline w/mutations(check profile for appearance)POWERS;
mutations(mane, coat, eyes)
the sightBATTLE TAGS;
No kill | Ask for capture/maim | Attack in green
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CAKE FROSTING
"throw on your dress and put on your doll faces."
Cake's Bio | Plot with Cake | Cake's heart chart[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]With the more and more that 2D said, the angrier the winged feline got, growling loudly and her feathered wings ruffling. Cake was easily offended and would not sit back and let someone be rude to her, drunk or not. [b]"Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are, kid?" She snapped, her claws starting to come out almost as a warning. "You might want to watch your mouth before someone smacks some fucking sense into you. You think we are dumb? You're the one rotting your brain cells away with alcohol. It takes real stupidity to drink. Especially so senselessly." She lashed her tail in irritation, half tempted to rake her claws down his side. You're lucky everyone else is here. She thought as she narrowed her sapphire colored eyes. "I don't know how the hell you got a tattoo, but most of us around here have no clue what it is. And honestly, I don't think I care to know what it is either way."
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]basic info: - Cake Frosting "Cake"
- Genderfluid (she/her or he/his)
- Domesticated black short haired cat, wears a ribbon
- Bisexual
- used to be a barn cat before joining WC
- Inspired by Melanie Martinez's album character Cry Babypersonality: - narcissistic
- rude
- bratty
- self entitled
- selfish
- oblivious to other's emotions
- bitter & grumpy
- "i'm the princess"[b]In Battle: - no powers yet
- physically weak -- easy to fight
- learning basic battle training
- injury allowed
- no killingOther:
- plot with cake
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"You wanna try and smack some god damn sense into me, brat? If not then shut up and gain some humility because your the one that's gonna get smacked around with a attitude Like yours." Stuart said without even a bit of resentment or energy, honestly he just regretted coming back. To be honest he didn't like it here all that much. People expected strangers to respect them despite not showing a ounce of respect back, people couldn't stand common habits or even tattoos, they pretty much pitied him for being an idiot. On instinct he flicked out his switchblade before snapping it back and fourth with ease. "I mean, I'm so done with being a god damn doormat. Oh, and a tattoo is literally ink in your skin. So who's showing real stupidity now?"
[color=transparent]speech: #F3ECE2basic info
- Stuart Pot | goes by Stu-pot or 2D
- physically 19 years old | mentally 19 years
- Cockney accent | carries a keyboard | carries clown mask | carries pain medication | carries switchblade
- windclan warrior | previously lived in the city | sunclan warrior
- singing voice example one, two, and three
- speaking voice example one, two, and three
- has sever ptsd from the plastic beach episode
- singer of The Gorrilaz
- pre-phase twoappearance
- a azure blue great Dane | completely black eyes
- has no front teeth
- when nervous puts tongue in nostril or chews nails
- extremely skinny and very tall
- Has a tattoo on both hunches | "2" on left hunch | "D" on left hunch
- strangely good lookingpersonality
- seriously stupid | confident | worried | loud
- clumsy | has a short attention span
- musician | passionate | caring
- friendly | clueless | forgivingbattle info
- physically average | mentally easy
- very clumsy | mainly pacifist
- attack in underlined black | put name in caps to be noticed
- little stamina | fights with a switchblade
- no kill | everything else is a-okay -
[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: arial; font-size: 16pt; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; padding: 0px][color=#5e2a59][i]❝ remember that it's all in your head ❞[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=#5e2a59; width: 305px; height: 5px; padding: 0px; border: none][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 5px; line-height: 98%; text-align: justify]At the sound of arguing, he had made his way over to see what was going on only to see a drunk 2D with fresh tattoos, and some complaining people. To be honest, he couldn't give a damn about what tattoos the great Dane got and where - that wasn't his issue. However he was acting kind of pissy, now had a switchblade out, and was drunk so if he possibly hurt someone then it was likely Russel would be associated considering they were in a band and joined together and all. Heaving a sigh the male just stood in front of him. "'D, you need to calm your ass down, and put away the knife." Okay so that girl who was arguing with him wasn't exactly being pleasant and he himself wasn't fond of her from what he'd seen, but he couldn't be letting Stuart go stabbing someone in a drunken stupor or something. It wasn't worth the risk.
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○ six months old
○ adoptive son of eskimokisses
○ biological son of archangel & desirare
○ mentored by samantha
○ speaks with a stutterpowers tags --
○ no powersbattle tags --
○ physically easy
○ mentally medium
○ no kill/capture/severe injuries -
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]Jesus Christ on a fucking bike, this escalated quickly. Stevie's not one to back down easily, however. "Hey, put that away and shut the fuck up," she snaps at Stuart. Prague says the rest for her, so she just stands there looking intimidating. Which is... not really intimidating, considering she's a little smaller than the average domestic feline.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]
[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.
biography | plot thread | heart-chart[/justify][/fancypost]