CRITICALLY COLD [✧] TESTING + STORAGE

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— a bird with clipped wings. used to be able to fly, had his freedom stolen from him by humans. has a hatred and fear of humans therefore, and is incredibly vulnerable. a macaw, perhaps? they're nimble climbers, so they'd be able to easily scale things. or maybe something like a dove of sorts. gets cold easily, needs bodily warmth, but is sensitive to touch. wings are very delicate. a bit prissy, must look his best, knows that he's beautiful. low self esteem due to inability to fly, though. maybe wears a scarf that's way too big for him and it drags behind him. very stuck-up walk.

— this is because of a dream, but. a green lantern. not based on any of the lanterns, but just. is one. think dex, but green. probably a cat of some kind? has the power ring on his tail, probably. just a normal person, too. easygoing, humorous, a person. you know. just. a guy. probably also an outlaw wanted for "supernatural sheep-rustling. stop taking my sheep" and he just. oh man. he's also a pickpocket?? if he doesn't like you, he'll steal your stuff and sell it/burn it. if he does like you, he'll just take things off you occasionally and then wave it in your face. he'll always give it back, though. intergalactic wanted posters because he stole something important.
USED: FLOYD ARTHUR, THE CARTEL.

— a tibetan mastiff/grizzly bear crossbreed, big and hefty and powerful. only really young, though? thinks everything's a game. mass destruction and whatnot, this clumsy beardog trying to make its way through life and just knocking everything over. really happy-go-lucky, too. loves cuddling and being cuddled. just a kid who's never had a mother or a father, likes being held and petted. BELLY RUBS. loves them. is just a massive puppy, really. probably a casual character.

— a literally fearless honey badger. it's not scared of anything at all. at. all. it will fight anything and everything. it's a seasoned dragon hunter. it's a few years old maybe, it's living up to a legacy, and its favourite thing to do is fight massive dragons. honestly. takes a tooth or a claw (probably a tooth) from each of its kills, has a massive collection of them. OR a small, young one that has to live up to this legacy, and it's learning the trade. OR find someone to do this with and have one of us play the seasoned one and one of us play its younger, fight-y sibling.

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SHARKBEAR ★ wrote:

[size=8]bat + speech patterns/accents
— vague accent. arabic?? middle eastern, slightly. not too noticeable, but it sometimes gets in the way of pronunciation. strong chinese accent when speaking mandarin, incredibly strong accent when speaking arabic.

— that "tt" sound? slight whistling behind it when he does it, a quiet rush of air at a high pitch. it's not overly noticeable or strong, but it is audible, and it's cute as heck. he's not a fan of the whistle, but he can't stop it. when he loses teeth, depending on the state, it'll either disappear temporarily or increase in volume.

— if a word ends in n[consonant], so -nt, -nd, etc, he puts a little emphasis on the "n". so student would be stu-den-nt. it kinda sounds like stu-den-nuht, but fainter. it's still very noticeable, though.

— "hh"; he sighs commonly. petulant huffs, things like that. he also has a smug sort of sound when he knows he's right or when he feels like he's won, a sort of "mhmm" that just sounds really goddamn patronising. and it is. he is being patronising.

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SHARKBEAR ★ wrote:

[size=8]OOH. What if he was bitten by a hellhound? OR A WEREWOLF. I don't know how that would work, though. Maybe violence is increased by the full moon, instead of shapeshifting? OR JUST AT CERTAIN TIMES. Like. Between 3 and 6am.

SHARKBEAR ★ wrote:

[size=8]He had everything. Everything! And then they put him here and expect him to— what? Work from the bottom of the ladder? His lips twist into an indignant frown, arrogant and disbelieving, and he stares straight ahead. No, no, no. He refuses to fall, refuses to. He wasn't born to play assistant, sidekick, understudy. "You don't understand," he says, eyes narrowing dangerously. "You don't get it, you fool! Don't—" he makes a sound, a low huff of effort as he slams his forepaw into their chest, pushing them backwards— "act—" his hind foot connects with their face, square between their eyes— "like you understand me!" teeth scatter, and he backs up, chest heaving with every gulp of air. Red clouds his vision, and he straightens up, looking around, but there's nobody there to tell him to stop. His father hasn't grabbed him by the scruff and hauled him away. He's free. He wishes he wasn't.

SKULLCROW wrote:

[size=8]I JUST. bat beating somebody up and expecting win to appear like "?? sTOP THAT" but he doesnt come,, bat wandering around waiting for stevie to show up picking another fight with someone but no she isnt around I JUST. GOODBYE I CANT.

SHARKBEAR ★ wrote:

[size=8]I really need to do a thing where Bat starts counting/going through the phonetic alphabet, and someone points out that sane people don't need chants to calm themselves down, and. "What if I'm not trying to calm down?"

NOTE: When it comes to the phonetic alphabet, forwards riles him up, backwards calms him down. Spelling names helps him pass time when he's restless. Spelling his mother's name helps him sleep.

SHARKBEAR ★ wrote:

[size=8]Your Body Is a Machine always makes me want to write about Bat, SO. Just. As he gets older, I really want to implement a plot that explores his fears somehow?? I want him to wake up with a scream lodged in his throat and find that reality is no safer than his nightmares. I want him to pace restlessly at night and only sleep when he's forced to, at some point in the morning, tossing and turning and wrecking the place when his nightmares force him up and push him into a wall, knocking things over and breaking them. I want him to consider tying himself down so that he doesn't ruin things. I want him to wear an exhausted expression, dark rings beneath his eyes, shutting them when he exhales. I want winter to hurt, because the nights are longer, something that should make him excited, not angry. I want him to come to terms with himself but still be unhappy. I want him to grow, even if it means realising he's small.

I want him to form bonds with people. People that he comes to love and understand, respect in his own way, brushing against them and daring them to call him a sap when he does something utterly stupid for them. I want these to be the people he lashes out over, people whose honour he fights for, the people who wind up getting him killed because he dies protecting them. I want his home to mean something to him, to the point where he's no longer the assassin but just Bat, and he wants to know that for the people he cares about, that's good enough. I want him to settle down beside people when he's tired, push against them gently and fall asleep like that, finding odd comfort in their presence. When he's like this, the nightmares are less frequent and less cruel. I want him to think he means something. I want people to tell him he's right.

SHARKBEAR ★ wrote:

[size=8]Notes on Batpup and people, because they're important:
— He doesn't see a difference between genders. A slight difference from character, but it's true; in his world, there is honestly no difference between men and women. He doesn't understand the concept of one sex being better than another, but equally, he doesn't understand cultures in which there is a gap between them. They were equal in his world, and now, where some pander to different tropes, it.. baffles him. He begins to resent the differences.

— He struggles with trusting people, and struggles with showing that he trusts people. One of the most subtle ways he begins to unknowingly betray a growing acceptance of someone's presence is a simple acknowledgement of them when they arrive on the scene. He also stands closer to them than before — not close, but closer, and he also has a habit of finding himself drawn to scenes because he can hear them/smell them [not that he realises].

— He's honest when it comes to what he thinks. You're bad at fighting, for example, or you're making me uncomfortable. Insults and statements about their flaws come easier to him than compliments, and when he does "compliment" people, it almost sounds as if he's being forced to, but if he does point out something good, then he genuinely means it. He's bad with it, but he tries, and compliments sometimes mean he's open to friendship, which is rare.

— If he's pushed away and it's in the early stages of a relationship of any kind, do not expect him to recover easily. He's "frightened" of the idea of rejection and failure, because he knows it to be unacceptable, so if he tries to open up, it's a good idea to tolerate him. Don't force yourself through the cracks and don't ignore him, but let him come at his own pace. Don't mention any sappiness [he will likely close off], and perhaps he'll come even closer.

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SHARKBEAR ★ wrote:

[spoiler=bat things? about affection and fighting][size=8]— He's never really known gentleness, not in large enough quantities to convince him that it's something worth taking note of, something even remotely permanent. Everything he does is at full force, conducted as if he's angry at the world as a whole; he's never known anything different.

— He lashes out in a spar one day, breaks someone's nose, almost does the same to their arm, and he's pulled back by grabbing hands, stilled by yells and a whistle. It's a practice fight! Someone screams into his face, and he's numb, staring blankly at them but not quite seeing. He's never understood the purpose of gentle taps; it'll never prepare them for war, these dandies who prance into a battle believing that the enemy's plan is to lightly push them around a little. His vision clouds with red and he tries to make them see his point of view, but it doesn't go well. He deals a few more bloody noses before he finds himself sat in his room, grounded and seething.

— Someone punches him in the gut during a fight, rapid successions aimed at his midsection that hurt, yes, but they aren't forceful enough to count as hits dealt at full strength. He looks into their eyes and he sees child etched into the irises; it's all anyone ever thinks of him. It's a well-placed kick to the jaw that ends the spar, him pulled back just as he had been before, but this time, he's swaying, staring at his opponent, someone he knows, someone he's meant to trust, one hand set over his stomach as bruises blossom across barely-recovered skin. He doesn't stay long enough to hear their screamed warnings, this time; he turns on his heel, tearing himself away from those trying to restrain him and leaving on his own.

— One day, you tire of his antics and swing at full force. It's unexpected, and you make contact, and beneath your balled fist, you hear a crunch, feel a crumple, and something gives in him. It's shock that registers on his features first, and he stumbles backwards, one hand cradling his midsection, and you move, already reaching out to him, verbally calling off the fight even though there are no witnesses, torn between apologising, snapping at him and asking him if he's okay. He looks as if he's going to throw up, silent and startled, but he eventually lifts his gaze and looks at you, green and surprisingly soft. "You hit me," he says. You nod numbly, and for a moment, there's nothing. You expect him to back off, retreat and lick his wounds, but he doesn't. Somehow, for some reason, he straightens up, rolls his shoulders and leaps at you again. The fight doesn't end for another ten minutes.

— The first time someone hugs him properly, not an odd pat on the back or a shoulder squeeze, he doesn't know how to react. It's something they've built up to for a while, now, but he never knew how it was going to end; he never anticipated this, someone holding onto him with no desire to hit, and for a few moments, he stands there, expecting a knee to the gut, even though he's done nothing to warrant it, and this is someone he trusts, someone he loves. It doesn't last very long, him treated as if he's a testy cat, but it leaves him hollow, raw and weak, legs shaking. He almost wishes it hadn't ended.

— A few days later, maybe, after meditating on it, he hugs them back. It's from behind, unexpected, and he can hardly fit his arms around them, hardly grab onto them, but he clings on with all his might, full force and almost angry with his affection. He's not sure how it works, how to emulate that sort of gentle care he felt a few days beforehand, but the message is clear: this isn't some sort of attempt to unbalance or harm. It's almost an apology for that time he cracked their ribs. It's almost the word love, but not quite, and that's fine. He's just not ready for that yet.

— Slowly, he gets better at handling things delicately. He's still firm and desperate, almost raw in his desire to show he cherishes their time, but it's a step forwards. These hands have been taught to kill; they can just as easily be taught to love.

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SHARKBEAR ★ wrote:

[size=8]BAT:
— worthy: not giving up until he knows it's over, slumping back and immediately asking if the people he was with are okay. accepting and still hyped until the adrenaline fades, and then he's somewhat nervous, not wanting to die, but nonetheless glad that his sacrifice means something. strong at first, waving people away, telling them he'll be fine, but then suddenly clinging onto the hands and arms of people he loves, unusually affectionate when it hits him that he's maybe not going to make it.
— unworthy: silent and shocked, expression one of betrayal. dies on his knees, arms limp, weapon discarded, not even trying to heal the wound or stop the blood flow, just.. staring straight ahead, eyes wide but glassy with tears, his features twisted half into shock and half into terror, until his gaze half-lids, he retrieves his weapon and he starts crawling, determined to make a difference. he doesn't, and he dies anyway. he's no soldier. he's pathetic.

SHARKBEAR ★ wrote:

[size=8]One of my younger characters [Bat?] and their first crush, and it's nothing, really, just puppy love. But the people closest to him find out and tease him about it, and he's adamant that they're being stupid. And then they catch him out by telling him they're gonna tell the person, and he's suddenly all angry + panicky, threatening to kill them if they tell the person he likes, and it's just. Awkward. Cue everyone behaving weirdly whenever he's near this person or something, and him often storming off in a huff, because why's everyone making such a big deal about it? It'll fade. But look, he's actually feeling things, he's not heartless.

[continued] Imagine his horror if they accidentally find out, if they say something that makes him think someone's told them, and he gets angry. Making excuses, accidentally yelling that he maybe likes them, promising to kill anyone who could've told them, demanding to know who the culprit is — and they don't even know what he's talking about, and he just. Oh. And the look of panic on his features, because he just messed it up, and he just. Leaves. Awkwardly.

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BATPUP.
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— status: active?
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RED ROBIN.
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— status: active?
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NICO DI ANGELO ★
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— status: on hold
— link: here

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+ updated the bat section. this is gonna take a while.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]the bat plushie?? i don't know what he'd name it, but it'd have a cute lil name, and it'd be a very simple name, too. the ghost inside would become attached to him and respond to him with emotions, though he'd be unaware of this. still, he'd become attached to the plushie [because the ghost inside it is influencing him to become attached], and he tells it things whenever he feels like he needs to, and it "records" everything.