WHERE I'D REALLY LIKE TO GO IN A YEAR OR SO // open, m+g

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]"Meet and greet."


    He hadn't held one of these since he'd joined those months ago. So much had changed in his time. He blinked, remembering all of the things -- the promotions, the waves of depression, the murders. But then things changed for the better -- he met Alice. His metaphorical heart beat against his ribcage as he thought of her. He smiled a small grin at remembering her sweet face. He sighed contently, smile replaced by a neutral expression of satisfaction. He waited patiently for someone to hear him and introduce themself, and then he'd return the favor. It seemed silly to exchange names with the air.


    [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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    There hadn't been many meet and greets lately, had there? Of course, Barry was OK with that, but... he though, he'd at least take part in this one. Amber eyes dull, the blonde tabby sauntered over, quickly as usual, but his spirit seemed to have been drained out of him; many had noticed, and he could explain, if asked, his recent mannerisms and out-of-place, spiked wings which sprouted from his back- he tried to keep them hidden, but with an appearance as bright as Barry's it was hard to miss obsidian-coloured extremities, sprouting from his back. Solemn-looking, the combatant sat, fixing his tired topaz gaze to the higher-up, and exhaling. He swallowed, and parted his jaw to mutter loudly, but still dull and monotone- "I'm Barry Palmer. Combatant. 10 moons." They probably wouldn't want anymore information out of him, right? He looked spaced out- he always did, lately- mainly because he was always half-occupied with not lettting Giratina kill him- it hurt to speak, that was probably more reason why he didn't say much. His head throbbed whenever any noise came from his mouth.

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    [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 draw to a halt by Barry, noting the way in which his demeanour was evidently dimmed - and noting the way in which she happened to know why, at that. She paused for a moment, biting down on her bottom lip, as an expression of concern briefly traversed her features. The servaline would aim to gently offer them a nudge, alongside an airy smile, hoping that such would ease his tension.. Hoping that such would help to comfort him, a little.


    Her gaze would then return to Jasper: a friend. He was someone whom she considered to be a close comrade, by now. There were still many things that she didn't know, about him, and there were many things that he didn't know about her - they had their secrets that they didn't share, and yet, Tama could easily admit that he was someone whom she trusted.. He was someone whom she could trust herself to rely on, if she needed to. He was a friend, and she was truly relieved to see that he had made it through all of his struggles, likely due to Alice's help, at that. "Jasper! How are you?" Tama would proceed to greet, and inquire.


    TAGS 21/08/2016


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][font=arial][size=8]"Hello, I'm Mary," the medic said. She knew Jasper... sort of. She could remember that smell; he was the one near the broken tree, wasn't he? She had never gotten a name, though. It was good that he was holding a meet and greet now - she could learn it. It seemed like Tama and him were good friend, though. She was glad... hearing Tama and her friends made her happy.
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    #maryyk


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    general info
    mary xerses — idk how old she is anymore — female — septemberpaw xx lilypaw — medic of blizzardclan — "snake queen" — ghoul — 1/4 medusa — adopted sister of tama


    powers
    eye color manipulation
    memory manipulation
    all free powers


    battle tags
    physically medium; mentally medium — ask before u capture or severely injure — attack in [color=#0099CC]#0099CC

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Jasper had seen Barry around, of course. He was at his meet and greet -- he remembered him calling for it so... loudly. He was a little upset that he didn't recognize him, solely because was his superior. He listened to his formal greeting and his liquid topaz eyes drifted to the black wings on the blond feline's back for a second. He blinked, gaze settling on Barry's hollow eyes. "Jasper Whitlock. Head Combatant." He said, choosing to not give out his age. He wasn't even sure how old he looked -- 30 months, maybe? Give or take, of course. But as for his real age? Well, that would surely spark some curious reactions from his group mates. He was almost 2 centuries old.


    He blinked as he heard Tama approach and tried to shallow his breathing. It was so damn hard being around others -- harder than it had ever been before. It was like an addiction, or what he assumed it would feel like. Denying himself the good stuff, the real, actual sustenance and living solely off of barely edible things. And on top of that, he was surrounded by so many easy, potential meals that all smelled so delectable. He swallowed thickly, offering the leader a dip of his head. "Doing well, ma'am." His voice was perhaps more strained than should be for his current mood. He turned his attention to Mary as she came about and once again gave her a curt nod. "Pleasure to officially meet you, Miss Mary." He said politely. He shuffled his paws, unsure of what to do. Were meet and greets usually so awkward? "Would you all care for a game?" He asked.


    [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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    The tiger had heard the meet and greet and, motiveated b boredom, decided he might as well. Some days he felt useless and other days he felt bitter and other days seemed to stretch for eons. Today was of the third kind.




    [b]"Hi. Oh, hi Barry! An' Tama, and uh, medic lady-"




    Ouch, some bad memories there. His foreleg stumps twitched, uncontrolled, for a second. He tucked them beneath his body and they stopped.




    "And ya, Jasper. I thin' I know ya already, but I'm Jules Vernes an' I'm a tiger, an'..."




    Shoot, what else. His legs were obvious. Come to think of it, being a tiger was obvious too. Bringing up the Exiles or the loss of his legs was not what he wanted to participate in. Hm. Family - nope, not a fun idea. That lead back to the Exiles.




    "...an' my favourite colours are red and blue and if I had a superpower it t'would be t' fly. Like Tampa and Barry, 'xcept wivout wings. An' I think a game is a good idea."
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