THE TRUTH IS LIKE A BLACK BOUQUET -- open, joining

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It seemed as though Eliot had gotten there first, and his tail was held completely still behind him, a nervous habit he had. Probably didn't look too odd, though...all of his instincts told him not to speak or approach, but he did, forcing himself to welcome the potential joiner. "Name and business...?"

[spoiler=mobile tags - last updated 7/12][justify]GENERAL
• NPC xx NPC
-Gen 1
• Male | He/Him
• Physically 1 Year | Spiritually 17 Human Years Old
• Ages on the 17th
• Single | Panromantic Bisexual
• Rogue of Scarclan (Holds the Loyalist Title)
• Vampire

CURRENT APPEARANCE
• Pale Red Fox
• Aquamarine Eyes
• White Paws + Tail Tip + Chest/Underbelly

BRIEF PERSONA
• Gentle | Sad | Fragile
• Scared | Withdrawn | Broken
• Confused | Empty | Untrusting

POWERS
• All Free Powers

BODIES
• Red Fox, 12 Months Old (Current)
-Scars: Burn scars on his lower legs, multiple scars from a cleaver on his flanks, legs, and face, burns in his throat, missing dewclaws, and the words "With love, the Exiles" branded onto his back left flank.
-Major Injuries: TBD
-Minor Injuries: Cuts on his face, TBD

INTERACTION
• Physically Extremely Easy | Mentally Easy (Currently)
• No kill, capture, or major injuries without permission
• Attack in bold white or risk being overlooked.
• Friendly or non-harmful actions may be powerplayed
• Pyrophobic, Moge-kophobic

HEALTH
• Physical: 30%
• Mentally: 10%
• Strength: 30%
• Speed: 30%
• Agility: 30%

LINKS
• Plotting
• Opinions + Heartchart
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 120%;]jemma wasn't too far behind eliot, though she jogged to make it seconds after he had, seeing as he had made his way over at a slower pace than she had. she slowed next to the fox, dipping his head toward him, a sign of a mutual greeting. she hadn't seen him around much before, so it was good to see his face again. for a moment, she wondered how he was, and pondered possible reasons for his absence. but obviously, she'd keep those questions to herself, as the priority was this hatty hattington that had yet to name himself to them. and anyway, it wasn't as if they were close in the first place. shifting her gaze to the other, unfamiliar male, she was reminded of cotton for another beat, with his ivory pelt and charcoal eyes. the hat was obviously a key difference, along with the body. with all of these thoughts gathered, she'd await his answer with a hard, violet gaze.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]SCARCLAN — ACHILLES — HOVER FOR TAGS — ATTACK IN BLACK[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]And the next to arrive was Bruce, making his way to stand next to Elliot. The poor guy was nervous as all hell, it seemed. Might as well try to stand next to him to try to make him feel a little bit safer.

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Well, wasn't this one quite the little traveler? Medea was almost unable to distinguish all of the odd scents the cat carried around with him. The brown wolf trudged over, curiosity one of the only things keeping her mouth shut as she waited for Hatty's reply.
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Coming up on the other side of Eliot, he glanced at the other and looked at him carefully, wanting to make sure that the other was alright. He didn't seem so good right now, so Crownpaw put his tail gently on the fox's back, looking at the unfamiliar male at the border, a small frown on the feline's face as he awaited an answer.
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Eliot felt a little bit less alone, with Jemma and Bruce, even Cornpaw, a complete stranger, standing near him for comfort. It was nice, a respite from how empty he had taken to feeling. He smiled a bit.

"Welcome to Scarclan, then."

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[spoiler=mobile tags - last updated 7/12][justify]GENERAL
• NPC xx NPC
-Gen 1
• Male | He/Him
• Physically 1 Year | Spiritually 17 Human Years Old
• Ages on the 17th
• Single | Panromantic Bisexual
• Rogue of Scarclan (Holds the Loyalist Title)
• Vampire

CURRENT APPEARANCE
• Pale Red Fox
• Aquamarine Eyes
• White Paws + Tail Tip + Chest/Underbelly

BRIEF PERSONA
• Gentle | Sad | Fragile
• Scared | Withdrawn | Broken
• Confused | Empty | Untrusting

POWERS
• All Free Powers

BODIES
• Red Fox, 12 Months Old (Current)
-Scars: Burn scars on his lower legs, multiple scars from a cleaver on his flanks, legs, and face, burns in his throat, missing dewclaws, and the words "With love, the Exiles" branded onto his back left flank.
-Major Injuries: TBD
-Minor Injuries: Cuts on his face, TBD

INTERACTION
• Physically Extremely Easy | Mentally Easy (Currently)
• No kill, capture, or major injuries without permission
• Attack in bold white or risk being overlooked.
• Friendly or non-harmful actions may be powerplayed
• Pyrophobic, Moge-kophobic

HEALTH
• Physical: 30%
• Mentally: 10%
• Strength: 30%
• Speed: 30%
• Agility: 30%

LINKS
• Plotting
• Opinions + Heartchart
• ask.fm
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Hatty? That was definitely an odd name. It was just on the cusp of not sounding like a name at all in Cade's opinion. [b]"Welcome to ScarClan then, Hatty. I'm Cade." the auburn and alabaster tigon grunted as he ambled over and sat down beside Jemma.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 120%;]"jemma," she harrumphed, sensing cade's presence beside her, which turned her neutral expression into lemons. but she'd hold her ground, brows drawing together once she realized what he'd introduced himself as. hatty? how original. there would have been some remark if she wasn't so deterred from the male next to himself, so instead, she hurried to say the usual things to him so that she had the freedom to leave. "as they said, welcome. if you need anything, all of us should be open to any questions now."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]SCARCLAN — ACHILLES — HOVER FOR TAGS — ATTACK IN BLACK[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]Hatty was definitely a strange name, but Bruce wouldn't judge. He had no reason to. "Welcome t' ScarClan." Bruce chirped. "I'm Bruce Walker, an Achilles here. Got any questions or anythin'?"