MY NAME IS DEATH / OPEN, M+G

DARKPUP. · Sep 21st 2016

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He had been absent for a few days. SunClan was a partial stop on his way to WindClan, though that visit had not lasted long. Had he hoped that it would? Had he thought that he could go back there and find faces that he knew? No, he hadn't. The only familiar face to greet him had been Boypaw, and the lion had been changed beyond recognition. Loss could do that to someone, couldn't it? It wasn't so strange that he was different, then. Darkpaw had lost everything he thought he once knew. Two lives down the drain. Darkpup, with loving parents, happy and loved. Darkpup with WindClan, cared for and safe. Now he was here, standing in ColouredClan with nothing. Perhaps he had Red, but that was all, and even that was a tentative bond. Something that used to be. Something that needs repairing. The wolfdog takes a deep breath to calm down, thin shoulders rolling in a way that makes the owl seem to flutter or blink. It had always felt too alive for his tastes, as if it was watching him. Or maybe that was just his paranoia talking.

"Meet and greet," he calls, simply and flatly, daring to even sit down this time. The position wasn't really relaxed, but it was better than letting himself stand, obviously waiting for an attack of some sort. "I'm Darkpaw. Been here for a few days. Gone for a bit." There never seems to be anything interesting to say in these, or maybe that was just him being himself yet again. Who knew, right? But meeting people was a good idea. Allies, or something like that. Maybe one day they could be considered friends, but that took time from someone as cold as him. No, not cold. Merely tired, exhausted, even. World-worn and weary.
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info | updated 09/14/2016

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PHYSICALITY: [color=black][reference] [color=white][human au]
★ WOLFDOG [birth/main] | health: 95% | in good condition
— greyscale canine, pale blue eyes, whiplash, lean. balanced.
— [color=white]court of owls symbol freezebranded on his upper left shoulder.
— eyes change to a bright gold when focused and in combat.
— current injuries: long cut down his cheek, nicked ear

EQUIPMENT: [color=white][weapon refs / minus swords] [color=black][armor ref]
· [i]accessories: nothing really, but a work in progress just in case
· protection: partial "gauntlets" on forelegs, work in progress
· weaponry: six throwing knives; two larger knives [rarely used]

STATISTICS: [color=white][stats] [color=white][skills] [color=white][perks]
· S: 5 P: 7 E: 6 C: 6 I: 7 A: 6 L: 3
· tagged skills: melee weapons, lockpick, medicine

unsorted perks | descriptions in links

PERSONALITY: [color=white][1] [color=white][2] [color=white][3] [color=white][4] [color=white][5] [color=white][6] [color=white][7]
· Main inspiration is Talon!Dick Grayson [45%]
· Base inspiration is young Bruce Wayne [33%]
· adaptable, clever, hardworking, methodical, protective.
· aggressive, ambitious, cold, competitive, distant, proud.
· abrasive, argumentative, calculating, critical, irrtable.

extended details; spoiler for length

RELATIONSHIPS: [color=white][sad but relatable] [color=black][heartchart]
· Single | No Crush | No "Maybe" Crushes
· ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛ ________ [info about ship]
· NPC x NPC | Gen 1 | No [Official] Mentor
· Not loyal to anyone; Untrusting; Few Friends

INTERACTION: [color=black][skills]
· Moderate Training | Good Condition | Medium Difficulty
· Will Start Fights | May Show Mercy | Capable of Killing
· Attack in [color=white]bold white, [color=black]bold black or plain bold
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

NIGHTTALES XERSES · Sep 21st 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]'Losing everything sucked'. It really did. Though.. such a crestfallen statement seemed to demean the churning agony that happened to come from watching it all crumble. Perhaps, such was why Nighttales had opted to cling so tightly, to this place in particular. He didn't seem like the dependent type - far from it. It was simply that, after having brought about the chaotic end of everything that he had once held dear, before, he wasn't truly planning on doing the same, this time around. Colouredclan was his home. He had built a life for himself here, somehow. He had no idea as to how he had been accepted, and easily assimilated into the clan.. But - there was no real arguing against it, was there?

What was the point in pondering it all, after all.. He was here, and that was all that really mattered, in the end. Of course, he couldn't quite say that his idle musings would ever cease, given all of the time he spent merely clearing his head, or possibly addressing his thoughts instead.. However, he could accept the fact that, if he was ever to find an answer to such questions, it wouldn't change a thing.

"Welcome back then, Darkpaw." Nighttales would hum, greeting the apprentice with a blithe grin, coupled with a brisk nod, in greeting; in acknowledgement. "Go anywhere exciting?" The Commander would inquire, opting to seat himself nearby. He supposed that they weren't required to concoct an answer to that. There wasn't really much to say, during meet and greets like these, simply because some were too reluctant to pry, and others were too hesitant to speak openly in regards to themselves. Night couldn't blame them. He couldn't say that he was the most open and projecting type, either. However.. The option was there: for Darkpaw to answer, that is.

TAGS 16/08/2016

Hauntedparade · Sep 22nd 2016

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The cougar approached, albeit a bit hesitantly, with a semi-friendly gleam in his normally angry-looking navy orbs. "Hello. I'm Kageyama Tobio. It's...nice to meet you, Darkpaw," he told the other male with a sharp nod of his head, dreading the next few days. He was still fighting through his cold, and Darkpaw made him think back to Barnpaw. That wasn't good at all. The Bodyguard just wanted to erase all the memories of Barnpaw from his head, pretend he never existed. If the green-eyed apprentice had never existed, Tobio wouldn't still be fighting off the grief from the loss of his former apprentice, best friend, and eventually lover. But back to the matter at hand. Perhaps Darkpaw would be an interesting new addition to the clan; he surely looked as if he could be. Then again, nearly everyone looked as if they could belong in ColouredClan. It was such a diverse clan, filled to the brim with quirky, friendly people.

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~Greymatter~ · Sep 22nd 2016

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_{☾ At least Darkpaw could remember better times, where he was loved and cared for. Grey's memory was a bit all over the place when it came to loved ones. She barely remembered Dimitri; it was more like a snapshot than anything else. She remembered Emptyskies more vibrantly, but still it felt almost like a dream.}

_{She saw the wolfdog's face and recognized a familiar kindred. Someone who was tired of the world playing tricks on them.}

_{"I don't think we've met formally," She said to Darkpaw as she sat near Nighttales, "My name is Greymatter."}

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-- Midnight · Sep 22nd 2016

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Maybe Midnightpaw didn't have it as bad as everyone else seemed to. Sure, her parents weren't as big fans of her as they once were when she was a younger child, namely, her father, but at least she had parents.
Although her biological family was big, her Colouredclan one was much, much larger. She was afraid of who would approve of her calling them 'family,' since it'd be pretty weird to have some kid appreciate them more than they appreciated her, but she liked to dream. Dreaming was what made her eyes glow, but she couldn't really see it for herself. The world hadn't taken anyone from her through death, or at least not yet, anyways, but she did carry the burden of being bullied.
But none of this mattered. Not when someone else had it worse.
Following the days when her father had pursued her, she'd been more downcast than usual. Perhaps attending this new guy's meet-and-greet would do her some good? Hmm... he didn't seem impressed with the world, either. Or maybe he was just one of those guys, you know, the cool ones.
Everyone was cooler than her.
The Debbie Downer joined her clanmates, trying to place whether she'd actually met this guy before. Maybe at someone else's meet-and-greet, but not at his. She doubted they'd ever spoken, so this would be a good chance to. "Hi... Name's Midnightpaw," she'd greet quietly. Hmm. Seemed as if both their names were associated with the night in some way. Cool.

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lulumac · Sep 22nd 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid #294F72; border-right: 1px solid #294F72;][justify]"Oh hey, I know you." She'd flash her teeth in a sort of amused grin, though she didn't seem to be paying much attention to her surroundings. Chris adjusted her Santa hat with a paw before pretty much collapsing to her haunches on the ground, eyes rolling back in a lazy, uncaring way. It was easier to deal with loss when you just didn't care. Chris didn't let herself get close to people for it to hurt when they died. Mostly she was just fascinated by the idea of death. Especially the painful ones. Those were the best. And then after that.. Where did they go? It was so mysterious and she'd never know because she'd never die. And that made her love it, because it was finally something out of her reach. Maybe one day she'd get tired of living and strive to find death and that would be an entirely new adventure on its own. Crystal blue gaze flashing the tuxedo feline would tilt her head back towards Darkpaw, "So it's Darkpaw, then? That's nice. Real cool." She was talking a lot. Ew. "Chris." She Pointed to herself then fell silent.
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