CLOUDS AND THE SUN | O, MEET AND GREET

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Fresh, too, never wants to be unknown. So far, that wish seems to be working in his favor. A good portion of BlizzardClan would at least recognize him by name, let alone his abnormal appearance. Hopefully it would stay like that. He can't imagine what it would be like to be simply forgotten or unknown in a group full of strangers. Up until he was two months old, he was like that, until he stepped out of the nursery. Ever since then, he has been rather outgoing.

However, recently his outgoing side hasn't been showing too well. While he isn't uncomfortable or anything when talking to others, he finds it hard to show his optimistic personality. That's mainly due to the fact that he is missing an entire leg, a leg that was ripped away from the exiles. who knows what they did to that specific limb. They could've ate it, burnt it, or just tossed it away for some scavenger to feast upon it. He couldn't help but feel his stomach squirm when such a thought came to mind, so he simply blinked it away.

Hearing the call of a meet and greet, the mutated axolotl would turn his cranium towards the direction of the speaker, before his chest and legs followed suit. Padding over towards Ami, he would gaze down at her, before seating himself down onto the silky grass. Is this another one of Tama's kids? She had a lot of kids. He couldn't help but wonder if it's almost too much of a hassle to handle this many kids.

"hello," he greeted, his tone of voice and facial features monochrome, and showing little form of expression. "I'm fresh." he really needs to work on forming better introductions.

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/ don't worry about it, it's alright! + ninja'd!

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It was nice to see Ami was out and about. He hoped that she would be successful in finally going out into the big world. She didn't know what happened to him, and he wasn't going to let his injuries get in the way. Now that he had finally gotten his fair share of pain, he realized he immediately took back wishing that he could take away all the pain in the world. Crispus wasn't built to be hurt and keep strong, he was more of a comfort person. But now, a gloomy cloud casted over his frail features.

Thankfully, he could still muster his old self in the form of a facade, just to make sure this went well. A fear piercing his heart at ruining his sister's first meet and greet, he trotted over, a smooth yet goofy grin on his face. It masked his face like some kind of makeup, thick but fitted firmly and nicely. The pain of walking and taking larger breaths were hidden behind his skin, as it shielded itself from rising to the surface. He could pull this off. Slowly, words began to form from his mouth, noticeably low in volume and simple, hinting playfulness, "Meet and greet?" he paused, feeling his voice begin to shake. A painfully long halt to his words was crafted, as he tried to get himself to calm down. Crispus was getting anxious. "Well t-then..." Trying to talk only a little faster to cover up the slight repeat of a letter, he breezily said, "I'm your worst nightmare!" A light offspring of a smile and a playful smirk marked his face, as he let out a short, fake growl, trying not to wince as it vibrated off his lungs and tapped against his broken rib. It resulted in an unnecessary blink, but he still sat there, mind churning as his every single move was planned out and patterned.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Hearing the young voice, Jasper slid over, eyeing the kit with curious crimson eyes. Another one of Tama's, he assumed. His thoughts were confirmed when Tama greeted her like old friends, and Crispus's antics. An amused look traversed across his features briefly, however the expression was fleeting. He sighed, his mind drifting towards the thought of mortality. The two were so young, so... innocent. Not yet touched by the darkness in this world. But, as it happened to everyone, soon they, too, would have their eyes opened to the evil ways of the Earth. Also in a too-short time span, their time would pass from this realm. And Jasper would still be alive. Shaking his head, as if he could physically rid the thought from his head, he rested his gaze on the youth. "Jasper Whitlock. Pleasure to meet you, miss." He called everyone by formal titles, even if they were considerably younger than he.

// retro to disappearace

[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