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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][size=8]death doesn't discriminate[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(http://data.whicdn.com/images/114378585/large.png); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=9pt][color=black][font=georgia]So, now that he was apart of the clan, he guessed he would get to know his clanmates. He stretched, looking blankly around the area. Shaking himself out, he sat back, "Meet and greet. My name's Hatty and if you say shit about my name, I'll claw your ears off. I don't have any hobbies or anything, but I guess my favourite colour is blue." He then waited.
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    Eliot grimaced at his thread, eyes lowering to the ground to avoid contact with Hatty's. He didn't want his ears ripped off, by any means- he'd been hurt enough already. "I'm Eliot."



    [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    • Scared | Withdrawn | Broken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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    Ah, that was tempting. Should he risk the guy's wrath and make a joke about his name? Probably not. Rudeness had always been his forte, but awhile back, somehow, his childish brash nature had turned into a more adult maturity. While, he'd admit, he still lacked sense in some areas, common sense had set in - finally. So, it was with a heavy heart he decided to avoid making stupid jokes. For now.


    "Faustus," he says stiffly, then goes on to add "I'm a council member here, and, uh... I like gold." The guy had said his favorite color, so shouldn't he, too?


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 420px; border-radius: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify; ] [?!?] Valo-Kas was immediately enticed.


    Yo brah your name's dumb as shit and you should change it, hnahh They stuck their tongue out on that last noise, letting it drip gold goo for a second before closing their mouth. The mutant tolled their shoulders and then sat down. You look sad. Get a hobby. Hatty didn't actually look anything to them. Valo was just trying to talk.


    Name's Valo-Kas.


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    gen 1 & no surname - attack in [color=gold]gold     - medium physically & mentally - open to nonviolent powerplay - 9 months - DFAB - whatever pronouns - demisexual/romantic (no gender preference) - closed to death, ask to severely maim or capture


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    three-eyed siamese - pierced ears - venomous fangs (leaking issue - resembles drool) - grey eyes


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    constantly questioning the reality of things - easily distracted - mercurial - paranoid - argumentative - hype - sarcastic - nasty trash - fidgety - previously a human - Bottles Everything Up - lashes out when uncomfortable - disgusting inner monologue


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    soundwave/scent manip. - flower prints (only succulents) - conjuration - bodily fluids are all shades of dark yellow/gold, venom has a slight glow

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    The chance to comment on his name was indeed tempting, but Medea had better self control than the likes of Valo-Kas. While she did not agree entirely with what they said, she did understand where they were coming from. "Medea Stormborn," she greeted him and sat down facing Hatty. Ah, they were speaking about favorite colors now. The wolf hadn't seen much of it recently but she could recall the blues of the dark ocean to be rather appealing.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]A meet and greet? Tripwire still wasn't one for them but he came over anyway and took a seat a few metres off from Medea, giving her some space from his large body. Many people wouldn't be all that pleased to be squished up next to a giant mountain of flesh and fur so he always tried to give others their personal space. Nodding towards Hatty, Tripwire was pretty much thinking the same as Medea but didn't want his ears ripped off. Even if he was much bigger than the white feline anyway. "Tripwire Cortez, I guess I like purples" He commented with a shrug. Purples always reminded him of the sky at sunset or sunrise, and his mother had always taken a liking to the colour as well.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][size=8]death doesn't discriminate[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(http://data.whicdn.com/images/114378585/large.png); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=9pt][color=black][font=georgia]Hatty remembered Eliot from his joining earlier that day and nodded, "I rememeber meeting you before. Nice to know your name now." His ears flickered and his dead gaze moved to the next. "Faustus, okay," he repeated the name to make sure he said it right. Hm, ranks of the clan was something he still hadn't familiarized himself with. Council member sounded important, but he wouldn't know for sure.


    Yep, there it was. Someone had to comment on his name. "Seriously? I literally just said NOT to say shit about it. Did you not hear me? Need it spelled out for you?" He narrowed his eyes at Valos-Kas. "And you look like a fucking freak." He felt his claws extend, but with a quick look around at the others, he decided against his previous statement of ripping ears off. When the next two had spoken, his anger left just as quickly as it had come. "Pleasure to meet you Tripwire, Medea." He nodded slightly, "Purple is a nice colour, too."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 420px; border-radius: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify; ] [?!?] Valo-Kas erupted into giggles. Oh could you please spell it out for me? Pretty please, in your nicest calligraphy, Hatty my boy? They teased, winking their middle eye. I am freak, how observant of you. Why aren't my ears being attacked right now? I came here to get hurt and you flake out on me? Lame. They sigh, flopping onto their side in utter defeat and picking at the ground absently.


    Hey you know what's a good color? Valo-Kas piped up after a moment, before spitting a shimmery glob of colored saliva and venom onto the ground. Yellow.



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    gen 1 & no surname - attack in [color=gold]gold     - medium physically & mentally - open to nonviolent powerplay - 9 months - DFAB - whatever pronouns - demisexual/romantic (no gender preference) - closed to death, ask to severely maim or capture


    ii.
    three-eyed siamese - pierced ears - venomous fangs (leaking issue - resembles drool) - grey eyes


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    constantly questioning the reality of things - easily distracted - mercurial - paranoid - argumentative - hype - sarcastic - nasty trash - fidgety - previously a human - Bottles Everything Up - lashes out when uncomfortable - disgusting inner monologue


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    soundwave/scent manip. - flower prints (only succulents) - conjuration - bodily fluids are all shades of dark yellow/gold, venom has a slight glow

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]Eek, the moment he arrived there was already tension. It seemed as if Scarclanners were on their periods every day. Couldn't they calm down for at least five minutes? He wished, he really did.
    "U-Uh Valo-Kas, can you not aggravate everyone you meet?" the boy asked, frowning. He didn't plan to get as low as the Scarclanner, but he would if it was needed. Then again, he couldn't be bothered looking out for his own safety. Why would it matter for a boy who was numb to pain as he pressed a fake pout. "Is life too hard for you Valo-Kas? Do you need a break? I think you need a break. Let's go watch The Care Bears. Yes, that sounds like a fine idea. Let's learn about caring for others together!" He tossed a bittersweet smile.


    After a moment or two, he looked towards Hatty. "My name is Benoni. It's a Hebrew name, even if it doesn't sound like it," the boy mewed, "It's nice to meet you Hatty. And I don't really have a favorite color. I-I guess I like purple."


    this thread screwed me over judging i know someone called hatty ____ington in real life


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]"I'm not entirely sure what's so funny about his name, it sounds find ta me, and my name is Zombie for cryin' out loud." He chuckled, padding up behind everyone with a charming smile. He couldn't believe everyone was being so damn rude, but he could admit that the male did drop these insults on himself. If he didn't want people to make fun of his name, he could always just change it, but he assumed that would leave no space for error considering he'd give up a birth name just to amuse the other people around him. Pity, really.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][size=8]death doesn't discriminate[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(http://data.whicdn.com/images/114378585/large.png); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=9pt][color=black][font=georgia]Hatty ignored Valo-Kas now, not wanting to work himself up. He would rather waste his energy elsewhere. He looked toward Benoni, trying to come up with why he would care about what kind of name the kid had. He didn't even want to know what The Care Bears was. "Can I call you Ben?"


    "Your name is Zombie? Huh, interesting," Hatty said as he tilted his head up to look at the large wolf that had come over. He would have thanked the guy, but he didn't even like his name, so he didn't.
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    [size=6pt][font=georgia][i]He'd never met this guy before. Of course, this was his opportunity to attempt to make a good first impression. With a roll of his shoulders the petite apprentice-aged male stalked over, taking average strides. His chocolate mimicking gaze shot up to examine the new male, allowing some hums to pass his lips as he took it all in, getting to know the male before he spoke. Nega coughed then sat back onto his haunches, glancing up at them.


    "Nega-Mogeko. Call me Nega if you want," the incredibly off-putting male responded in a sort of....sweet manner.[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][size=10px]TEMPLATE MADE BY ARUKIN[/size]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][font=georgia][color=black][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][font=georgia][color=black]And here came Matt Sukkar, a feline who understood how problematic names could be and how easily issues could sprout from them. This experience came from his own surname, one often mistaken as a less... appealing sound. Best take this opportunity to once again remind them of proper pronunciation.


    "My name is Matt Sukkar - said as sue-car. It's often said as "sucker", so I relate with getting some shit for it," he introduced, throwing in a stir for friendly conversation. Hearing as Benoni shared his name origins, it made the tom really consider getting a grip and some information on his own identity's origin.


    Oh well. [b]"Anyways, I go by both names, Matt or just Sukkar."

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=9pt]"Things are gettin' too spicy for the pepper." Cassius mumbled before chuckling like some dad who made a stupid joke. "Hi sir Hat, I'm Cassius though I mostly go by Cas. My favorite color is the shade of lavender flowers." Yup, how cool and interesting was he?


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 420px; border-radius: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify; ] [?!?] I mean, none of you are actually real so, I don't see why I would change how I behave. If anything, the fact that they were such a relentless prick to everybody while still believing this was some sort of fever dream or freaky coma or whatever was more of a comment on how they felt about themself than these strangers.


    Um no? Care Bears sucks. Don't normal people just drink? Valo-Kas snorted before rubbing their cheek against the ground with a sigh. Anyway, I'm just givin' the guy some grief. Like, like a normal bud. Around bros. Joshin' like pals do. My first name here was just a random edgy verb. But anyway, pleased to meetcha, Hatty Hat.



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    gen 1 & no surname - attack in gold - medium physically & mentally - open to nonviolent powerplay - 9 months - DFAB - whatever pronouns - demisexual/romantic (no gender preference) - closed to death, ask to severely maim or capture


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    three-eyed siamese - pierced ears - venomous fangs (leaking issue - resembles drool) - grey eyes


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    constantly questioning the reality of things - easily distracted - mercurial - paranoid - argumentative - hype - sarcastic - nasty trash - fidgety - previously a human - Bottles Everything Up - lashes out when uncomfortable - disgusting inner monologue


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    soundwave/scent manip. - flower prints (only succulents) - conjuration - bodily fluids are all shades of dark yellow/gold, venom has a slight glow

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][size=8]death doesn't discriminate[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(http://data.whicdn.com/images/114378585/large.png); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=9pt][color=black][font=georgia]"Alright, Nega it is then." Hatty looked around and two more people approached now. This was becoming quite the crowd. "Sukkar, got it. Sounds cool. Nice to meet you, Matt. You too, Cassius." What pepper was he talking about? Instead of asking, he looked back at Valo-Kas, "Well, we're not... pals or whatever. I would say nice to meet you, but it really wasn't."


    //haha muse is dyin
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    Well.. this was a huge mess, now wasn't it? Mae shook her head a little as she padded up and twitched an ear. [b]"Sylmae Winzor and it's nice to meet you."     She dipped her head and sat down beside Zombie, her tail curling over her paws as she studied Hatty.


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