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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]the heavy scent of oil and smoke hung in the air as peculiar outsider was at the border of the rift. pink eyes glowed brightly as he glanced around, glowing pink tongue hanging from his mouth in a steady pant. the borzoi was seemingly... floating, but stood perfectly straight as if standing on something; that something would be a transparent train to those with the site. to anyone else, the canine was merely up in the air.


    dragging his long tongue over his angular muzzle, scout would wait patiently for anyone to approach, ears perking slightly to hear if anyone was around before scenting to them. hmm... looks like he would have to wait a bit longer. that was fine! scouts position changed from standing to sitting, a cheerful smile on his maw as he waited.


    tags-updated 7/9

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    He made his way over. It wasn't too long ago he had been in the same position on the other side of the border waiting for someone to show and accept him into the clan. A month previous to that he had been on the other side of the Solsticeclan border waiting to join and nearly a year (backstory) before his joining to Solsticeclan he had been joining the Marsh as he called it. He was practically an expert when it came to joinings on his end. He had joined vertically every type of clan, anti, pro, neutral. He had learned quite a bit in his days, his very short days, but he had learned without a doubt he was probably one of the most experienced at first hand joinings.


    A dog. Steelblues had no problem with dogs don't get him wrong but he was simply awe struck to see yet another dog when so few were around. He smiled slightly and nodded internally knowing his clan was growing and before long the activity would be back up. He wasnt sure what he would do if the activity became like that of a front board... he couldn't imagine keeping up with the rift and Solsticeclan if there activity increased to that amount. However, that was something to worry about when the day came. For now the Third decided it wasn't important.


    "Steelblues Xerses-Praelium, how may i help you?" he asked



    [Spoiler=tags (updated 7.21.16)][align=left][font=times new roman]RECENT EVENTS:
    discovered earth elemental powers ; promoted to third in the rift
    THE DISCOVERY
    PROMOTION


    GENERAL:
    ★ steelblues xerses-praelium
    ★ steels, steel, blues, blue
    ★ male
    ★ identified as male he/him
    ★ sixteen months
    ★ solsticeclan and the rift
    ★ warrior of solsticeclan
    ★ third of the rift (SHP)
    ★ all opinions in character


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ battle scarred russian blue
    ★ other bodies tbd
    ★ grey eyes
    ★ very muscular and tall
    ★ looks intimidating


    INTERACTION:
    ★ all free powers
    ★ elemental earth
    ★ specialized in conjuring and elemental earth
    ★ physically extream
    ★ mentally hard
    ★ attack in bolded steelblue
    ★ no kill, maim, or capture
    ★ ages semi realistically and basically whenever I want


    HEALTH STATUS:
    ★ very minimal hearing in right ear
    ★ terrible night vision
    ★ physically healthy
    ★ mentally unstable (via. Anger issues)
    ★ other


    PERSONALITY:
    ★ violent and extreme anger issues
    ★ streetsmart
    ★ incredibly loyal and deep down kind
    ★ introverted and hates talking
    ★ intelligent yet narrow minded
    ★ missunderstood


    [color=steelblue]RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ RELATIONS (XERSES)
    ★ RELATIONS (PRAELIUM)
    ★ cousin to oreo
    ★ heterosexual
    ★ single


    [color=steelblue]OTHER:
    ★ highly based off of ronnie radke from falling in reverse. REFRENCES (CLICK)
    ★ no face claim no voice claim
    ~ ~ ~
    [size=6pt]★ THEME SONG TWENTY ONE PILOTS "HEATHENS"
    ★ THEME-SONG FALLING IN REVERSE "ALONE"
    ★ THEME SONG TBD[/size]

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    Oh she saw the train alright, and she was baffled by the sight of it. He wasn't like her, or at least he didn't think so, so why was there this...string of boxes nearby?


    The ghost prodded the train, seemingly poking the air to anyone who couldn't see it. At first, her paw went straight through. Determined to touch it, she willed herself to feel it, and she did.


    "What in the name of..." she whispered under her breath, looking up at the newcomer. The black and white fae made her way over to sit behind Steelblues, about a meter away. She hadn't let anyone touch her yet, (they couldn't, but it was a weird sensation for both parties) and she still felt a little by strange around the tom. Those kids words...how could they get to her so much?


    "Skeletonbride." she stated after the other, copying his words. Now that her attention was back on the other, she instinctively wanted to pin him to the ground and breathe threats to his face. That's how it worked before, although now she couldn't even if she wanted to.


    She should really stop thinking now.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#;]Jetpackcub lacked the sight. He couldn't see what Scout was standing on, so of course he would have to point it out. "Hey, dude! Do you realize you're standing on well... nothing?" the young liger would asked, hazel eyes narrowing. Maybe the guy practiced some kind of crazy witchcraft. "I'm Jetpackcub, by the way! But, you can call me Jet!" he added with a playful smirk.


    TAGS;; UPDATED 07/19