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    A rainforest, an anti-clan of people who lived in a rainforest. It reminded Jeff of home.


    Except, in this forest, nobody would find him. Surely, the others were looking for him? Surely the Boss had sent them out to find him, right? Not that he cared if they did or not, he had ran for a reason and if they chose to try and find him or not didn't matter. He didn't need anyone hovering over his shoulder, Telling him when and when not to be angry, telling him when and when not to use his knife. Telling him who he could and who he couldn't kill. He didn't need that, he could live without his friends.


    Jeff laughed.


    Friends? Since when did Jeff the Killer make friends? Never, he never had any friends. They were just people who took him in, who showed him kindness, because they were just as insane as he was, they knew his pain. But they didn't, they didn't understand everything he had to go through, everything and everyone he had watched die with a smile. His mom, dead, his dad, dead. His brother, sweet Liu, dead. All dead by his paws, all dead by the knife hanging around his neck on a rope necklace.


    At least he was beautiful now.


    Jeff was a husky, but he wasn't beautiful at all. He was out of his mind for ever thinking he was, but if anyone were to dare point it out... Anger was always a huge thing with Jeff. He carved a smile into his face, a large one. The cuts were ridged messy, like they had been done in a frenzy, and old. Jeff had made that smile such a long time ago, yet he still found them so new and pretty. His lovely white fur was stained with blood, blood of countless people, blood that he would never be able to wash off because it stained his fur forever.


    He was so damn beautiful.


    How dare anyone think otherwise. The boy suddenly got mad, baring his teeth at nothing and growling lowly. He pushed his shoulders back threatheningly, glaring daggers at the ground in front of him as thoughts swarmed his head. His so-called 'friends' thought he was ugly, they said they could 'fix' him. It was them who needed fixing.

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    "Hey, misophobe." The guy was glaring and growling at the dirt- could he really blame Marauder for jumping to that conclusion? He figured it was unlikely, but it had been too good an opportunity to pass by, although he was wishing he had skipped over this guy. The caracal was tense, the blood that stained the canine's fur enough to put anyone on edge, and rightly so, because this person was clearly *ed in the head. The smile, too? If Perseus showed up, Marauder didn't care about all the things he'd said about personal space; he was going to clap his paw over that kid's eyes, and escort him somewhere else, if this creepy guy didn't try anything first. Marauder had seen all types of joiners, but the people who showed up at borders, even remotely acting like this person, were usually not joiners, and had a bone to pick. "Sorry to interrupt your dirt glaring, Chuckles, but that's not the only reason you're here, is it? There's plenty of dirt in the opposite direction."
    [spoiler=tags (8/25)][justify][size=8][font=arial]GENERAL:
    -Marauder
    -Son of Coloredpencil and Alois
    -1 year, four months
    -Pansexual panromantic
    -½ Mars (brotp w/ Perseus)


    BODY DESCRIPTION:
    -Caracal dyed black with blue eyes
    -Heavily scarred
    -Broad shouldered and muscular
    -Wears a red hoodie, sometimes switches it out for a brown leather jacket
    -Wears a red, white, and black friendship bracelet (DO NOT TOUCH)

    INTERACTION:
    -Difficulty depends on opponent and circumstances
    -Name in bold red when attacking
    -Ask for serious injury, request capture, closed to death
    -Friendly actions can be powerplayed (at your character's own risk)


    PERSONALITY:
    -Holds serious grudges
    -Aggressive with a quick temper, but will behave most of the time.
    -A bit of an asshole
    -Strong emotions, not-so-great outlets
    -Intelligent, and actually very well-read
    -Possible abandonment issues

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    Hearing the voice, he didn't even flinch, but it did rattle his thoughts. He stopped glaring harshly at the ground and growling, but his gaze still hadn't lifted. At the first remark, he could feel a smile tug at his maw. Well, a real smile, not the one permanently carved onto his face. It was silly, how people spoke to others they didn't know, not knowing how on edge they already were. Through his bloody smile, a smirk played on his features and he slowly shook his head in disagreement.


    'I am the last thing from a mysophobe." He chuckled, rolling his haunches around. His voice was deep and raspy, very raspy, like he had burned his throat. Which was true, he had burned his throat, along with a whole house down. He exhaled in amusement at the memory until the other spoke again.


    Jeff lifted his head, green eyes unblinking as they stared down at Mara. "My name is not Chuckles. It's Jeff." He snarled. Even though his voice was harsh and angry, he was still smirking and still staring. "There's also a bunch of dicks who want my ass on their wall like a trophy in the opposite direction. So I'm staying here." He spoke the words like it was an accomplishment, like it was cool to have someone thirsty for your blood on your trail. There was no asking if he could stay either. He knew about the auto acceptance policy and knew that no matter how horrible he was they couldn't not let him join.


    The whole time, he didn't blink. It was a habit.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 465px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 14px]Oddly, Zowie wasn't shaken or put off by Jeff's features. Maybe his movements or the lack of blinking or the staring at the dirt was a little bit more eccentric than usual, but Zowie had seen worse that was considered creepy or 'scary'. Sure, he was ready to do anything if Jeff even tried, but Zowie thought war had the worst images. The tank gunner reincarnate made his way over, brows furrowed slightly as he came to stop near Marauder and Jeff. His ears twitched back, a smile didn't find its way to his lips though. He didn't really want to smile at the moment. It was odd for the motherly christian. Zowie's tail flicked back, tail tip twitching as he looked over the husky. He remembered his old body, a dirty white husky mutt, and he huffed. "Y'joinin' or no?" Zowie asked, plain and simple. His shoulders were taut, tail lashing behind him. This was one of those first times that he wasn't in the mood.
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    MOBILE TAGS & UPDATED: 08/19

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 8pt; MARGIN-TOP: -5PX;]▶ the husky approached with a soft hum, ears twitching forward,"i heard dick and ass, whats going on?" he inquired, voice empty despite its default preppy tone. tired eyes briefly scoped out the creature, hesitating, squinting at the less-than-clean exterior. well, that wasnt going to fly. although every waking moment had been suffering here lately, he was still stickler for cleanliness,"youre gross, sugar." he murmured, quirking a brow and bringing his curled tail closer to his body. he was staying.. wonderful. although the auto-acceptance policy was in effect, he couldnt reject him due to his hygiene, despite how much he wanted to. the vice leader had to have a real reason - one that he coudnt find right now.


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    The boy just chuckled, shaking his head lightly at Zowie. Had he not just heard what he had said, that he was staying. "Did I not just say I was staying?" He asked, smirking like you would if you had just proved someone wrong. He was about to say some witty remark about how they hadn't introduced themselves yet and how that wasn't how you treated a newcomer when Artpop spoke.


    For the first time the whole joining, the large husky blinked, one, twice, three times, as if he was trying to process what was just said to him. He turned to face the male who had insulted him, and his smug smirk turned into a smile. A wide, beaming smile, the scars making his smile look even bigger. He stared at Artpop before laughing. He laughed without blinking, without taking his eyes off the other. "I'm beautiful." He managed once his crazed laughter had ceased. "I've worked so damn hard just to be this beautiful." He insisted, shaking his head while still smiling. Who did guy think he was?


    //rushhhed

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    [justify][size=8][color=silver]Paintedkit slid up to the scene, her eyes widening at the grotesque appearance of the male, "You're... different." The grey kitten squeaked, hiding herself partially behind the nearest available clanmate, which just so happened to be Artpop. "But... hi. I'm Paintedkit." The four month old (slightly large for her age), meowed, her eyes wide with nervous anticipation.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 200px; height: 239px; background-color:white; opacity:0.6; overflow:auto; color: black; font-family: andale mono][justify]//what Artpop said made me laugh out loud in my class and my friends stared at me confused XD
    Eridan looked at the scarred animal. He looked a bit unamused but he seemed to be being hunted down. "Eridan. If you have any questions please hesitate to ask.", He says rolling his eyes a bit. The snobby finned feline pads off to find something better to do.
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    [size=6pt]★ trek


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    from the moment he saw jeff, he knew he didn't like him. he didn't like his features, didn't like his attitude, didn't like his anything. his gaze hardened as he made his way over, claws digging into the dirt as he sat near artpop. ".....hello. roadpaw."



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    [size=7pt][color=white]★ - blood pooling on the canvas - ★[/size]

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