consuming life force / open, joining

rupturedlungs · Sep 19th 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width:500px; margin-top:-10px;][justify][font=arial][size=8]✖ thick black scarf wrapped around his neck, the feline looked tired and exhausted as he dragged his heavy legs over to the border. he wheezed, shakily reaching into his bag and grabbing his inhaler. he breathed in a puff. he hated his condition.... it made him feel pain every day... he couldn't breathe. he always felt like he was suffocating. he couldn't go long distances without feeling like he was going to die or have a seizure on the spot. he slowly lowered himself to the ground with an oof, coughing, his expression full of pain. black bags circled under the male's eyes. he was only tired from the journey. he had to make so many stops along the way, and he even traveled at night on some days. a paw clutched at his chest as he tried to regain his breath, which was slowly starting to regulate. ok, it looks like its not going to happen... he thought to himself, sighing with relief. he let his gloved paw fall back to his side, but he stayed on the ground. his limbs still shook lightly. getting up now would be a disaster...

summersun m. ? · Sep 19th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 11px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;]i can't be everything you want me to be
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/y7ZWqvm.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] Yosafire was pretty damn healthy for someone who had been through every imaginable physical torture as of late. She was still just as bouncy as she always was, and bounced even faster when a stranger came into view. A hella tired looking stranger, at that! The canine hurtled forward with a happy wave of her devil's tail and skidded to a messy halt just in front of Rupturedlungs, her eyes widening and lighting up with delight. "Heyyyy there! Who might you be?!" The little demon pressed as she leaned forward on her haunches and glanced up at the breathless male. She seemed pretty unaware of his current condition.

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CRIMSONCOWL. · Sep 19th 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]"You don't look so good," that's Tybalt, brow creasing as he makes his way over — Rupturedlungs looks like he's about to keel over, and that's never good, though it also looks as if he has at least some of the things needed to cope with the illnesses he obviously has. That doesn't mean the hellhound can't feel some sort of concern for him, though — and he does, though his frown quickly smooths over, replaced by a neutral-enough expression. "Y'need anything at all?"
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✧ — updated 09/19

PHYSICAL: [reference]
★ HELLHOUND [birth/main] | health: 100%
— orange-brown fur, red mohawk, two vertical red marks below each eye.
— wolf body structure, fox-sized, lean and muscular, red eyes. powerful.
— scarred, though not hideously. incredibly pretty, though he can't see it.
— [optional] red domino mask, red collar w/ bronze-silver eagle pendant.
— small, bronze-silver hoop in both ears, dove feather behind left ear.
— injuries: none

CONFRONTATION: [main weapon ref] [bone weapons ref]
▪ Physically Extreme | Mentally Extreme
▪ Hits fast, hits hard. Not the speediest, but nonetheless quick. Agile, plenty of stamina, can keep going for much longer than the average person. Deals damaging blows. Heavy attacks. Doesn't mind not having the upper hand; can work even when it looks like he has a disadvantage. Able to break out of many different holds. Fierce, kicks ass, taunts constantly.
▪ Won't do anything sexual, won't hurt kids. Doesn't tend to harm those he deems "innocent" everyone else can die, as far as he's concerned. Can push for things that seem criminal at times, if he believes that he has to. Unafraid to break the rules of his clan for the safety of himself/the people he loves.
▪ Uses telekinesis to wield a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire; can also fight without a weapon. Also uses telekinesis to wield weapons carved from the bones of other people he's killed. Can fight on multiple terrains and in any weather; dogged, well-adapted, flexible. Won't give in.
▪ A guaranteed way to make him freeze up is to pin him belly-down, using your entire bodyweight to keep him against the ground. He'll lose his composure, seize up and panic, making him much easier to defeat.
▪ Attack in bold WHITE or bold underlined.

INSPIRATIONS:
▪ Loosely inspired by purple!Hawke [15%] and red!Hawke [10%]
▪Minor traits, quirks and habits taken from Solas [5%]
▪ Faceclaims include Jason Todd, Deadpool + Conner Kent

PERSONALITY: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [unrelated]
▪ 65% submissive, 82% insecure, Slytherdor, INFJ/ENFJ [ambivert].
— intelligent | sarcastic | realistic | aggressive | exhausted
— exasperated | dedicated | cynical | independent | blunt
— a survivor | uncompromising | volatile | self-deprecating
— passionate | thespian | cultured | solitary | changeable
The nicest bad guy you'll ever meet. Wary, haunted by his past, but still going strong. Ridiculous sense of humour, rarely says something that isn't sarcastic. Likes proving people wrong; being underestimated is always amusing. Would rather be listening to music and reading a book than paying attention to you. Can be friendly, but is somewhat standoffish. Easygoing but independent. Needs a hug and somebody to tell him that he matters. Insecure.

INTERACTION:
▪ Can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions.
— may be met with tension, but he won't flinch away. usually.
▪ Appreciating his interests will yield friendliness. Patience is key.
▪ Cultured, intelligent, thoughtful conversation will draw his attention.
▪ Values jokes, boisterous affection and respect of his boundaries.
▪ Scared of compliments. Struggles to accept himself in any way.
▪ Deadly loyal when he eventually makes friends. Steadfast.

SUGA ARCANIUM · Sep 19th 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px; color: #BDBDC6; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;][justify]♦ ♦ ♦[size=3pt][color=transparent]--[/size] The dark-eyed tom followed Yosafire and Crimsoncowl to the border, walking slower behind them as he eyed the stranger. Any other time, he would have rushed to the other guy's side and tried to find a way to help him, but he wanted to leave room for Nurseryrhyme so show up and do his job. So, he stopped at his clan-mates' side and calmly looked down to the feline. He conjured up a small bowl of water and set it in front of the other tom, hoping that the stranger would drink from it if he needed to. "Welcome to SunClan territory," Suga said, taking a seat nearby, "Our Healer should be here soon, but for now, are you able to tell us your name?"

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rupturedlungs · Sep 19th 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width:500px; margin-top:-10px;][justify][font=arial][size=8]✖ the male turned his visionaries up to yosafire from where he lay, his gazed seemed rather neutral, with a small hint of fear in his eyes. he opened his maw to speak, but paused to look at the second one who appeared. he wasn't feeling good at all... heh, that was probably why he looked like this. a smile shakily tugged at his lips. [color=grey]" s-sorry.... i had an asthma attack. " he wheezed as he spoke, but didn't pay much attention to it. he was going to answer the next question, but once again, he paused as he watched as the third person offered him a bowl of water. he dipped his head, quickly licking up the water. this was good... the air was so dry, he thought he was going to die. [color=grey]" thank you. " the feline meowed. [color=grey]" ... my name.... my name is rupturedlungs, and i was trying to join here.... ..i'm sorry if i caused any trouble.. "