SAN NARCISO SHINES FROM SEA TO SEA // open, spar

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Jasper really did not want to do this.


    He tried so hard to untangle fighting from his DNA, but he knew that was impossible. He wasn't opposed to fighting at first, but then he participated in a mock raid with WindClan and things went downhill. The visions, the flashbacks, the everything. They were all too vivid, too real. The mere thought of them made his stomach churn in knots. He sucked in a breath. He knew it wasn't logical to think he could live his life -- as Head Combatant, mind you -- without fighting. He had to try to fight these memories that came flooding back to him, he knew. So, against his better judgement, he called out, "Who wants to spar?"


    [spoiler=tags][font=georgia]GENERAL
    jasper whitlock-hale / npc x npc / agender / he/him / 30 months physically / 172 years spiritually / blizzardclan / head 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

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify][font=verdana]The camp was kind of dull. A circular dirt patch that was centered around several stone huts. It provided little cushioning for people who wanted to rest on its surface and when the winds blew so did the dirt, pelting the faces of anyone who lived here. The only plus Chocolatekit could think of was that he liked drawing random doodles onto the surface using a single hooked claw. A smiley face, a sad face, a completely neutral face. The last one was the only face he knew of that suited his mood at the moment. Chocolatekit wasn't expecting to find some epic adventure whilst he was injured but he had been hoping that maybe something interesting would happen inside the camp. Even as a kit, going outside the camp was strictly prohibited. All he could do was amuse himself with drawings until the day ended before retiring to the warm comforts of a moss nest.


    Today hadn't seemed to be any different until Jasper requested a sparring partner. Chocolatekit's attention was on the russet tabby immediately, his ears neat and attentive on his head as he watched the other male's eyes sweep the crowds, searching for a partner. In all honesty, Chocolatekit had never met Jasper before or paid any attention to the Head Combatant- not because he didn't like him but because he found the russet tabby's authority very intimidating. He had a healthy fear of authority thanks to his mother, but the other domestic cat seemed large, broody and all around stocky. Chocolatekit was smaller than the breadth of his shoulder blades! Jasper was somebody the small ragdoll didn't want to get on the wrong side of, however the males presence did strike Chocolatekit was a little bit of awe. The small kit crept forwards cautiously, taking a seat to spectate the fight.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#;]Dove kit stumbled over, anxiously peering from his position. Another spar. He didn't really understand it, but he guessed it was some sort of training. He looked around, and saw chocolate kit watching. He crawled over, keeping his head down. He sat down beside his brother." H-hi. May I si-t with you?

    "I-I'll have a-a go" the vice-leader barked, padding over with dip of the head. He wasn't sure if Jasper wanted to host a sparring session with all kinds of people, or if he wanted a spar for his own. He didn't mind either way, he could use the practice. He still wasn't sure where he stood when it came to his skills and abilities, so...

    [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 arrive shortly after Storm had opted to volunteer in sparring. The servaline would have done herself, but instead, she'd opt to seat herself nearby, simply to observe. She wished to see what had come of Storm's growth: his hardwork, and his efforts.. How much he had developed since she had last seen him train.. And she also wished to see how Jasper was doing: how he was managing, even. Seeing as he was Head Combatant, there was no doubt that he had some significant level of skill, though it wasn't every day that she saw it in play. "Good luck, and be careful!" The leader would add, before promptly settling herself nearby.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]"I will participate," Mercy said as she trotted towards the group. She wasn't the best fighter, really, but practice makes perfect. And besides, a Combatant's job was to make battle strategies (which she wasn't fond of), so it was important that she expanded her knowledge of combat.[/size]


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    "I'll just watch." Even though she was a combatant she didn't feel up to fighting. There had been enough for her and her mind was much more worried about other issues that were happening around her. She sighed as she sat down to partially observe the spar that was about to take place. Maybe if she managed to pay attention she'd learn something.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify][font=verdana]Dovekit was a little odd. He was white, short-haired and had adopted the same policies as their father, Beekeeper, which meant that Dovekit strictly prohibited himself from fighting. Chocolatekit didn't know how they could do it; be so passive in the face of adversary, but there was nothing he could do to change their rather staunch positions. Chocolatekit gave the white male a fake smile and shifted a little to the left so his brother could take a seat. "Sure," He added in a monotone. It was a little bit strange, knowing that he'd had a brother after all this time. Where was he when Chocolatekit was being severely abused? Why didn't they share the same punishments? Chocolatekit tried to contain his spite but in all honesty, the young cream point was jealous of the fact that Dovekit had gotten to live with his father from day 1; granted he didn't want to be a wet blanket like them but he also didn't want to be his mothers punching bag. Chocolatekit focused his attention back on the fight, awe dancing in his blue eyes. "I bet Jasper'll win." He said in a quiet tone. Chocolatekit also didn't know Storm, but Jasper was Head Combatant, he must've had some degree of battle experience, a prerequisite of having that position.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Jasper could understand being intimidated by himself. He was massive and covered head to toe with scars. Not to mention his reluctancy to smile or show any happy emotion. And on top of that, he was the world's most deadly predator. He was made to fight, to kill. Not that many knew that, but it still held true in his demeanor. His eyes danced over Chocolatekit, offering a stiff nod of his head. He blinked as Dovekit approached and gave another dip of his cranium. Those were both Beekeeper's children, were they not? Blinking the thought off, he turned to Storm, glad someone had taken him up on his offer.


    The others seemed to flood in from that point; as Mercy spoke, he frowned. He preferred one-on-one spars; in most recent battles, he'd found that he usually only took on one opponent. "You can take on winner, if you'd like." He offered, deciding that would be the best viable option. He flicked his ears at Chocolate's words and hid a smirk; he doubted he would lose, but anything could happen. He rolled his broad shoulders and fixated his golden eyes back on the wolf. "You ready?" He asked, feeling adrenaline pricking at his paws.


    [spoiler=tags][font=georgia]GENERAL
    jasper whitlock-hale / npc x npc / agender / he/him / 30 months physically / 172 years spiritually / blizzardclan / head 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

    He wasn't sure what to expect from Jasper, but he knew the guy was a strong fighter. Hearing Chocolatekit, he couldn't help but grin, finding it quite cute. He wouldn't be distracted for too long though, soon focusing on Jasper once more, nodding. "Y-Yeah. G-Go ahead" he barked, flicking his ears as he took a few steps back to give himself and his 'adversary' some space. Although they hadn't exactly stated it as a rule, he would obviously be careful while fighting. He didn't want to get hurt too bad, nor did he want to hurt Jasper. A spar was meant to train, not to get killed.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify][font=verdana]Chocolatekit had spoken a little too loudly and had snared the attention of the sparring participants for milliseconds. Jasper was staring at him, looking him up and down like he was observing him, unfurling his story and rolling it out before him. Chocolatekit went stiff and self-conscious but attempted to stare back defiantly. It's not that he didn't want to be associated with Beekeeper, its just that he didn't want to be associated with Beekeeper's wimpy, passive, no-fighting stupid morals, especially as it was the Head Combatant, somebody whose career thrived off the existence of war and fighting. Chocolatekit felt his body go slack as the russet tabby turned his attention back to Storm. The young chocolate point followed his gaze as they landed on the white wolf. He noticed the brief regard in which the Vice-leader held him and nodded back, his heart pumping. They were both extremely esteemed characters within the Clan and he was a little bit awe struck to have simply been acknowledged by them. "How great was that?" Chocolatekit whispered in a jubilant pitch whilst nudging Dovekit harshly with his shoulder. He'd held a gaze with Jasper and nodded at Storm! The boisterous kit rolled his shoulders, completely absorbed in the fight as it commenced. Maybe one day he could be just as good at fighting as they were? Chocolatekit smiled slyly to himself, projecting images of him courageously fighting the Exilers, his single-paws taking out their entire Clan. [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Jasper tuned everything out, focusing solely on Storm. He felt his already-high senses heighten, the adrenaline already pulsing through him. He wasn't a fan of going first in battle; it was easier to fight back in his mind, but he could always used the practice. His body went ramrod straight, his golden eyes alight with an untamed fire. He resisted the urge to unsheathe his claws; he knew he had to hold back, however hard it might be. He was trained to fight -- no, kill -- the fastest, strongest, stealthiest creatures he knew of. Holding back wasn't in his nature.


    In a flash, he swiped his paw at Storm's face, not using even a fraction of the strength he possessed, attempting to slam his paw against the vice-leader's cheek. However, that was not the bulk of his attack. In the blink of an eye, his other arm was in front of him, trying to surreptitiously knock the canine's front legs out from under him. The movement was perhaps too fast -- unnaturally so. He grimaced internally and prayed no one would question the act of super speed, however turned his attention back to the matter at hand.


    [spoiler=tags][font=georgia]GENERAL
    jasper whitlock-hale / npc x npc / agender / he/him / 30 months physically / 172 years spiritually / blizzardclan / head 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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    Fight for the one thing you want to protect
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    Until the very end!
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    a spar, huh? i approached and seated myself next to chocolatekit, blue eyes observing storm and jasper. i was personally rooting for storm, to be honest. not that i had anything against jasper!


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    The wolf was one who used to let the other start as well, although he had started battles before as well. This time, however, it was probably going to be different. Quickly raising on his hind paws, the wolf would dodge the first swipe, but soon feel his hind paws move away from beneath him, ending up on his back. It was surprising to say the least, as it happened incredibly fast, but he wasn't planning on questioning it right now.


    Anyway, he would instinctively roll through, using the momentum of the fall to flip and end up back on all four. Afterwards, he would immediately jump forward, aiming to push his shoulder against Jasper's chest and head to create some distance again, possibly even stunning him in the process.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#;]Dove kit gave a shifty gig, etc at his brother, calming down to give a small nod. He wanted to bet, eh? Well Dove had no choice but had to bet on Storm.
    " Well, I will bet on.... Storm." The kit replied, nodding. The whole phrase was easy for him to say, with one syllablebe per word.