[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]Anthea, at the ripe old age of two months, had fancied herself a grownup already. Sitting in the nursery just wasn't cutting out for her, and the wolf pup's paws just itched to be doing something productive.
She had already set her eyes on what she wanted to do, as well. "I wanna train like the 'nitiats do." She demanded. "Someone gotta train me though."
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Stu smiled. At eleven moons he didn't have a mentor or anything. He knew some things though. "Y'know... I might, um, be able to teach you a... Select few things. Just to maybe get you by?" he offered simply as he made his way over.
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[size=8]GENERAL:
★ STUDENTPAW| STU | DEMI-BOY
★ homoromantic | homosexual
★ Single | ½ [tba]
★ npc xx npc | g1| no apprentice/mentor
★ 11 moons| june 10 | real time
★ tribune of scarclan| tribune + warlord | unofficial smol muffin
IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ has a slight scottish accent | stutters a bit | Likes to write in spare time
★ Dislikes blood | favorite color is dark green | poor eyesight
PHYSICAL:
★ SERVAL [birth/main] | health: 88%
— grayscale serval with darker overtones and black spots/white markings.
— [i]major injuries: slice down flank
— [i]minor injuries: healing stab through paw (old)
PERSONALITY:
— passive | loyal | friendly | family oriented | loves children
— shy | nervous | hopeless romantic | alert | jumpy
— anxious | squeamish | vengeful | frustrated | crybaby
— Stu is very hard to get to know, he seems to act very cute, but he prefers not to speak his mind. He is very biased with his morals and slightly hypocritical when it comes to them. He holds grudges and isn't very forgiving. He has a few mild disorders, including social anxiety and maybe mild panic disorder.
INTERACTION:
★ difficult to befriend
★ Difficulty | Difficulty | Training
★ doesn't start fights, will not run away once provoked
★ Attack in #89a09e or risk being ignored
★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]"Well, if training is what ya crave, look no further." The brute would scramble out of the brambles behind him much like a creep - almost invisible and undetected. His cherry wood eyes glazed over with a new set of energy, body flexing and teeth glistening as he sent a smile down at the youngster. "The name's Zachaire, but everyone calls me Zombie, I'm a Chimera 'ere." This was Flicker's kiddo, wasn't it? He could tell, she seemed to have a lot more of Wolf in her though, already ready to start the day. "Hum, it's Stu." His gaze shifted to the male, nodding to him in greeting.
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general:
zachaire (zombie) vantas xeros winewater kirkland
♂ | heterosexual heteromantic | single + ready to mingle. c;
ex officer of the rift / ex westeros bodyguard / current dominion/scarclan chimera | 1 ½ years old | born: october 12 2015
current titles ; loyalist, socialist, belligerent and herbalist.
physical:
• massive black and ashen dire wolf + crimson eyes + pokemon collar + australian accent (current and main body) ★ ref
• large black and crimson dragon + crimson eyes
• large caramel colored lynx + black claws + black whiskers + stunning sapphire eyes with white swirls ★ ref
• molten saber-tooth tiger body + retractable sabers + sapphire eyes ★ ref
; all bodies but dragon bod are approximately 6'2 ft tall and weigh about a ton (still growing)
personality:
sarcastic / charismatic / confident / intelligent / upbeat
slightly lustful / masochist / merciless / secretly a teddy bear
confrontation:
tough as hell / enduring / high willpower / doesn't back down from challenges
• elemental powers (air and fire), shapeshifting, super senses, super strength, the sight, molecule manipulation, telekinesis, memory manip, venomous fangs & claws on dragon body.
• attack in bold black
• extreme both mentally and physically + no capture, kill, or maim without permission! open to plots, litters, and long-term relationships.
★ ★ ★
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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: dotum; height: auto; width: 400px; margin-top: -10px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px]Kveta did not like this female. She wanted to be Leader, not have her be Leader. With a shake of her head, the Leader of Kvetaclan snorted with a growl. "My daddy won't teach you anything." Snarled the she-wolf, raising her hackles and stepping in front of the massive, towering direwolf brute protectively.
// kveta is so mein ;-;
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[ "[color=thistle]speaking.
" ★ #sckveta ★ 'thoughts.' ]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 380px;][justify][size=8]"Won't teach you anythin'," Louis giggled as he made his way over, plopping down beside Kveta with his gaze trained on Anthea. The cub wasn't very interested in fighting and the like - he was more the type to curse someone's family, ancestors, and their dog, and then go hide someone who was much more used to fighting. Like Merle. Or Wraith and Lock. Lou hummed softly, clawing a small mark into the ground. Perhaps he'd jump in later, but for now the cub was curious as to how exactly they were going to train Anthea.
[align=center][spoiler=tags / may 28th][justify][size=8]BASICS
• louis praelium
• male
• dodger & breakdance's brother
• too young to even grasp the concept of romantic love
• cub & loyalist of scarclan
• one month old, ages every 200 posts
FIGHTING & INTERACTION
• no powers
• 100% pathetic at all things battle
• ask for capture, no kill
• attack in white
• feel free to powerplay any peaceful actions
APPEARANCE
• small one month old lion cub
• tawny fur w/ pale spots on his face
• blueish/greyish eyes
• pretty much still looks like an oversized rat
• has a necklace w/ a dog whistle on the end of it
OTHER
• unable to hold a completely successful conversation, only knows basic words and phrases
• can pick up language from others
• moves very jerkily and awkwardly
• ic opinions only
• born april 28th
LINK HUB
• biography
• heartchart
• plotting
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Well wasn't she a bold little scrap? Cade chuckled as he joined the others, his cedar hued eyes locked in on Anthea. [b]"I could teach you a thing or two."
[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]/ i love kveta omg also louis they're the pup/cub trouble making trio
"You're just a 'paw." Anthea rolled her eyes and flicked her tail dismissively at Studentpaw's offer. It wasn't that she didn't like the tom, she just wanted some more experience.
"He'll train me if he wanna." The young wolf's hackles rose as she raised a non-existent eyebrow. "He ain't no pup." She barked approvingly, giving a sideways glance over Kveta's shoulder.
"What is your name?" She continued, giving Cade a questioning blink.
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Ah, he liked her spunk. This pup was [i]spicy! [b]"I'm Cascadingstarlight. My dad skipped over the cub/paw nonsense and gave me my full name at birth. Cool, huh? But just call me Cade." the tigon replied with a triumphant smirk.
[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]Anthea tilted her head, giving him an almost appraising look. Then she smiled. "Ok. I'll call you Cas." That was Anthea. She completely disregarded the whole "Cade" idea like she didn't even hear it. Then is was a wag of her tail and another chirpy smile.
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His smirk faded as she dubbed him Cas instead of Cade. Cas sounded girly in his opinion. And Cade didn't want to be girly. He suffered from FMS: fragile masculinity syndrome. But Anthea hit him with the puppy smile and he decided to let it slide. [b]"Fine. So you wanted to do some training, eh?" he asked.
[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]"'Course. Battle training. Hunting. The works." The snarky little kid yipped, shrugging. It would be nice to have a heads up on what apprenticeship would be like. Besides, maybe she could show Kveta a thing or two.
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[b]"Got it. I can do that. It'll give you a nice introduction into a typical ScarClanner's day." Cade hummed, taking a moment to roll his shoulders. It shouldn't be too hard training a pup. Especially considering it wouldn't be actual training. He'd probably set it up as games. Pups liked games.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 10pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify][font=georgia]Ooh, look at all these children so eager to get started in their education and pursue a successful path through life! It lit a flame in her heart, it really did. Seeing a child's innocence really made her forget the corrupt madness and stupid bitches of the world. "Hi loves!" the stocky leader called from a distance, splitting her battle scarred maw with a grin. It seemed as though Breakdance had two sides to her personality: there was a side where she liked treating people with cookies and soup, all the while knitting them jumpers, yet on the other hand, there was also a 'let's crucify people we don't like and see how long they can last' side. While it was strange, the two sides had their benefits. If you were kind, you would survive through a world like this. If you didn't give a shit about how other people felt, you wouldn't feel empathetic and shrivel into a corner to question your life decisions. "I can bring some lemonade for y'all if you like!"