EVERY CORNER OF OUR WORLD [joining, open]

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(( ayyy Pokemon fam ))

Like Sycamore, Fresh isn't one to move around. He'd rather stay in one place, and stick to it. If he doesn't end up liking it, which has yet to happen thankfully, he would probably just find ways to improve it for himself. Plus, BlizzardClan is the home that adopted him- he would never leave a place so dear to him. Not to mention that he is head paladin here, so it would be a little rude to just pack up his bags and leave. Not like he'd want to, anyways.

Sauntering over after hearing the call of a stranger, the mutated axolotl would flash a smile, his tail fin wagging as he positioned himself in front of the buck. Never before has he seen a deer before, so this is certainly an exciting scene for him. The antlers are seemingly gigantic, which in all honesty, looks really cool to him. He couldn't help but wonder what this stranger does with such large appendages.

"hello!" he squeaked in greeting, preventing himself from hopping almost naturally. Before he turned into this form, he could always jump about without the risk of trampling over someone. However, now that he is so much larger than the previous body, he has to restrict himself from doing so. "I'm fresh!"

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Hearing the words, the vampire strode over, eyes hooded. He gave the male a curt dip of his cranium. "Welcome to BlizzardClan." He murmured. "Jasper." He introduced, flicking his tail to and fro.

// what is muse

[spoiler=tags][font=georgia]GENERAL
jasper whitlock-hale / npc x npc / agender / he/him / 30 months physically / 172 years spiritually / blizzardclan / combatant / russet tabby / eyes change color based on hunger / heavily scarred / demipanromantic demipansexual / southern accent / based off jasper hale from twilight

PERSONALITY
cold / stoic / majorly empathetic / cuts off empathy / self-loathing / militaristic / polite / southern gentleman / overprotective / uncontrollable thirst / has ptsd and dpd / logical

POWERS
super speed / super strength / project & manipulate emotions / eye color manipulation (uncontrollable) / vampirism / super senses / venomous fangs / glows in sunlight

INTERACTION
extreme physically / easy mentally / highly trained / attack in bold white / no kill / pm for capture / okay to powerplay non-offensive interactions

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He had been born in BlizzardClan, and stayed there. It hadn't given him any problems, nothing really had, and he liked it. He was innocently unaware of all the war and bloodshed in the real world. All he had ever known was his group, and he was happy with that. There was so much options and freedom, it was almost overwhelming to the kit.

Joiners were fun to greet, all of them in such a wide variety of looks and actions. They were unpredictable, and that was exciting. This one seemed cheery. Crispus padded up, paws quietly carrying his small body to the border. He peered up at Sycamore, chirping in his normal, lax tone, "Welcome to BlizzardClan. There once was someone named Bob here. He disappeared right after he joined. You know why he disappeared? Because every member of BlizzardClan must bake a batch of cookies and share them with me, or else!" As his story went on, his tone got falsely darker. He was just trying to mess around, plus, it was a story he had wanted to use for a while. The simple outline had been "give me cookies", and he decided in the moment he'd just fill it in. It wasn't anything well-pieced together, just a childish tale that was meant to show he was trying to be funny. And Crispus usually failed at being funny.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]Mercy had happily trotted towards the newcomer, seeing that she couldn't recognize him from that distance. "Hello sir, welcome to BlizzardClan! I'm-"
She froze in her tracks.
The collie stopped to recollect her memories. This was the same man who impregnated her so long ago, and drifted away since. Mercy trusted him, and he left. At least if it weren't for Sycamore's appearance in the territory she would have almost forgotten. So then she sat down about 10 feet from Sycamore to stare at him with cold, unforgiving eyes. "Hello," she muttered. "You remember me, don't you?"[/fancypost]

"Hiyaa! I am Videogames, pleasure to meet you!" she purrs with a smile, and flicks her tail slowly. Video seats herself in-front of him, smiling happily. She holds out a paw for him to shake, which was how she greeted most new joiners.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Tama would approach shortly after Vid, opting to halt by her son, Crispus, and give them a light pat on the head. "If anyone makes cookies, they have to share them with Tama first!" She'd joke, with an airy smile - though a part of her was serious, for if anyone baked cookies, she'd likely find her way over to them soon enough. Cookies, cupcakes, marshmallows.. Anything sweet, or containing an ample amount of sugar, was quick to attract her attention, no doubt.

She'd return her ashen gaze to the male, whom had introduced himself as Sycamoreappeal, before opting to offer a brisk nod in greeting. "Ah, Tama Xerses! Welcome to the clan, Sycamore!" Though, on from that, the leader paused, concerned gaze wandering towards Mercy, and her hesitance when it had come to greeting him. It seemed as if the two.. knew eachother, but she couldn't help but remained worried as to how.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]Mercy was disappointed, but not surprised. After all, she had almost forgotten him. It was so long ago, wasn't it? "Mercy Ghost. I believe we knew each other once, Mr. Sycamore." The collie said quite matter-of-factly. She felt... odd, but fuming at the same time.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]Mercy raised a nonexistant eyebrow at the professor, mentally questioning him. "Perhaps we could get 'reacquainted,' but I certainly doubt it." she'd say bitterly.
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