YOU DON'T DECIEVE ME / OPEN, BODY CHANGE

DARKPUP. · Oct 5th 2016

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/ just a quick body change thread, description/refs in tags

You know the best thing about being in ShadowClan? Nobody here knew a damn thing about Darkknight. Not even his name. And with that came a certain amount of freedom for Darkpaw. People who wouldn't compare their appearances, their personalities. People who accepted that they weren't the same and never would be, because they didn't have another choice. But something had rubbed him the wrong way, when Mercenarymouth had joined. His body had still been familiar, still put up flags for everyone that had known the WindClanner at some point. Those were the thoughts that the apprentice had fallen asleep to, oddly discontent and still feeling vulnerable within the temple's walls. Maybe the paranoia would never fade, as long as he carried all of these memories. Taking off his armor, lining freshly cleaned knives out within reach, it all felt like he was tearing at his own skin, leaving the important parts in the open. What if someone else saw him like this? Vulnerable, unprepared, alone, curled up to sleep, hoping for peace.

Peace doesn't come tonight. He falls asleep with dreams of emptiness and something dark — there was a small part of him would always be amused about the fact that he was named after something he was frightened of. Not scared, no, he wasn't scared of anything anymore. But it never ceased to put him on edge, worry him, make him tense his body and lift his head a little higher. The dreams aren't the important part. They pass easily enough, like they do every time, but what comes afterwards isn't quite as alright.

He wakes up feeling distinctly... Softer. Not in regards to his body itself, or the muscles there. Thank god for that much, at least. No, it's just... Above that. He's used to feeling the ground a little bit more, the morning chill, the little gusts of air. And when he actually stands up, the fur around his paws is longer, down his legs, his chest. The colors were off, too. A solid coal black, as far as he could see. Well shit, now this was just great, wasn't it? Dark picks himself up, and his equipment too, as he tiredly plods outside. The gauntlets don't fit anymore, the harness for his equipment feels too tight, and overall, Darkpaw looks pissed. "Fuck this," the canine mutters, voice still hoarse with sleep. He can't really look at himself, but at least things haven't changed too much, color-wise. Grey and blue. There's a new freezebrand, but he's not going to analyze that quite yet. The ears aren't quite perked anymore, but they're not quite floppy, either. It's just strange enough to suck. "Fuck all of this."
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info | updated 10/04/2016

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PHYSICALITY: [features; not colors] [adult]
★ DOMESTIC CANINE [main] | health: 95% | [color=#171717]■[color=#71B49F]■[color=#696E65]■[color=#fff]■
— slate black flat-coated retriever / border collie mix. athletic.
— [color=white]arkham knight symbol freezebranded on his upper left shoulder.
— eyes color fluctuates from dull grey to a very pale stormy blue.
— current injuries: general bruising, soreness

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]

PERSONALITY: [color=white][1] [color=white][2] [color=white][3] [color=white][4] [color=white][5] [color=white][6] [color=white][7] [color=white][8] [color=white][9]
· AK Jason Todd [high; 65%], Talon!Dick [low??; >25%]
· sure he's hot, but he's also just a hot mess; watch out. probs tired.
· adaptable, charming, clever, focused, hardworking, insightful, snarky.
· protective, sarcastic, proud, asocial, paranoid, quiet, emotionally distant.

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RELATIONSHIPS: [color=white][1] [color=white][2] | ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Complicated | No Crush? | No Maybe Crushes?
· Red's his princess and you can't change that.
· ½ Darkred [anti-salad buddies; Red Robin]
· ⅓ Daredona [brot3; Red Robin + Bellona]
· NPC x NPC? | G. 1 | No Mentor [trains alone]
· Loyal to a close few; Untrusting; Few Friends

INTERACTION: [color=white][combat skills] [color=white][1]
· Adequate Training | Physically Difficult | Mentally ? ? ?
· Will Start Fights | May Show Mercy | Capable of Killing
· Attack in [color=white]bold white, [color=black]bold black or [u]bold underline
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
— will probably not appreciate it from strangers.

BELLONA. · Oct 5th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;]Vulnerable— now that's a word she knows like the back of her paw. Her first few nights in ShadowClan, she curled up in a secluded, hard-to-find corner and slept with one eye open, the other barely skimming a dream. Not that she did anything less than that before ShadowClan; she's always been a skittish sleeper, waking with the quietest breath, the lightest touch, and (preferably) at dawn's first fragile rays. Pure habit, now, has her up with the rise of the sun, blinking from sleep to wakefulness with no process in between. She mimics her previous torpor convincingly as she reaches out into her environment with her senses of sound and smell, swiftly assessing the area for danger. Assured that there's no one present, she wakes, stands up, and slips through the temple's corridors to head outside. A drink of water, a bite to eat, and then whatever else the morning brings— that's her plan. Her hours are dull and void of constant scavenging now; there's nothing to do. So whatever else happens, she'll just work with it.

She doesn't get very far when she hears cursing. Quiet, frustrated cursing. Curiosity (she can indulge in it more often now) gets the better of her and she switches direction to trace the source of the voice. Not an adult animal, she reasons, so if whoever this is decides to transfer their fury onto her, it'll at least be someone of a similar age, and with less experience than a grown creature. Rounding the corner, she blinks once at the unfamiliar canine with— she recognizes those weird things on the ground, those are Darkpaw's, Red's friend. Caution edges her confidence, and she says (head tipped to one side, limbs taut like a spring, eyes sharp with watchfulness), "Who're you?" Then, because acting friendly and concerned might provide better results, she adds, "Are you okay?"

/ !!!! also i am not satisfied with this post but w/e
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INFORMATION — 10/05/2016

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ROBIN, RED. · Oct 5th 2016

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ShadowClan's ability to offer a fresh start is most certainly refreshing, but if he returned to WindClan like this, how many people would try and press him for details on his own life? He could easily deflect the few who knew him before — there's no bigger, better him pushing him into a shadow, nobody else known to these people that could ever warp their views of him; there is just him, and to some people, maybe that's enough, because he was never the most open of creatures, and if anyone's to recognise him for anything, it's for being a stubborn ass, refusing to let people in. Even so, such traits are the grounds for him being forgettable; if he gives it a few months, maybe he can find his way back to WindClan without any worry of being prejudged. He's not Darkpaw, after all. He doesn't have Win to compete with for attention — but he also doesn't have Win to buy him false privileges. Darkpaw's original introduction to WindClan, though met with confusion, was treated with utmost care; he was loved and tolerated almost immediately, and what other children get that? Perhaps being a clone is good, in some cases.

He's not jealous, though. They all have their problems, and Dark's own are often enough to make Red angry, at times — he, too, is irritated by people's assumptions when they see the other boy, because he's not Win, and treating him like the WindClanner is wrong, for Red doesn't see them as remotely similar. Dark's Dark, and that's tangible, touchable, real to him — Win's something above that, though not in an entirely positive way. He's not exactly the sort of person Red believes in, and that may because of an old grudge, or that may because he's a good judge of character (though he clearly isn't, for he's not a good character, himself, not really).

Even with the similar bodies, Red doesn't see Dark as a miniature-Win, though he can see why the other male may feel embittered — or at least imbued with some sort of anxiety — by his form. Still, he can't say he'd mind a change — especially not one like this; he finds Dark only because of Bellona's voice, and he glances down at the "weird things on the ground" for a moment, before letting his gaze shift back to the unfamiliar-looking canine. A beat passes, then another, before a wolfish grin splits his features. "I wasn't expecting this, Dark. I like it." his voice is teasing, and he glances at Bellona briefly, taking a step forwards. "Look at your ears— they're adorable! Welcome to the club."
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✧ — updated 10/05

POWER INFORMATION:
▪ Memory Manip. | Emotion Manip. | Telepathy | The Sight
▪ Can experience the history of anyone or anything he touches. If history is significant, he unwillingly views it the first time + can choose to replay it afterwards. If history is insignificant, he can choose to view it whenever he wants. [Permission needed for unwilling viewing]

PHYSICAL: [reference]
★ BORDER COLLIE [birth/main] | health: 95%
— classic black and white, sky blue eyes. lean, small, agile.
— mark of the maleficar freezebranded onto his lower back.
— robin [iii] symbol freezebranded onto his right shoulder.
— metal plates in his lower back in place of his spine. glow red.
— injuries: none

POSSESSIONS:
▪ accessories: pink domino mask [shapes ref], pink collar.
▪ weapons: collapsible black bo-staff, black leather whip.
▪ other items: none so far; a work in progress.

RELATIONSHIPS: [heart chart] [relationship info]
▪ Complicated? Kinda? | No Crush? | No "Maybe" Crushes?
▪ Will always be Dark's princess. Don't fight it.
▪ ½ Darkred [anti-salad buddies / Darkpaw]
▪ ⅓ Daredona [brot3 / Darkpaw + Bellona]
▪ NPC x NPC | Only Child | Generation 1 | No Mentor
▪ Snarky and sarcastic; talkative, deadpan, a bit of a flirt.

PERSONALITY: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13]
▪ Stage 2 SI!Tim Drake [high / 75%], Stray!Tim Drake [medium / 50%]
— sarcastic | exasperated | charismatic | intelligent | snarky
— relatable | intuitive | exhausted | 100% done with your shit
— sleep deprived | clouded judgment because of said sleep deprivation
— ingenious | loyal | mercurial | sometimes condescending
▪ A really, really tired teenager struggling to deal with everything. Covers up his emotions with deadpan humour and dry remarks; can seem enthusiastic, but is mainly just snarky. Sarcasm is his mother tongue. Sometimes seems a little spaced out due to a lack of sleep, but is actually really smart. Affectionately patronising. Says "witness me" a lot. Makes a lot of jokes about killing himself in a perfectly serious voice. Runs on hate and bad decisions. Blows kisses and stabs men. He's just.. Red. It's hard to explain.

INTERACTION: [plotting thread]
▪ Can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions.
— sometimes met with wariness; getting better at coping.
▪ Sometimes plain sarcastic; sometimes a massive flirt.
▪ Touching the area around the metal plates in his spine feels amazing.
▪ Touching his throat without his permission is dangerous.

CONFRONTATION: [battle info]
▪ Physically Difficult | Mentally Easy-Medium
▪ Dancer: Rogue, Specialist, Shadow, Acrobat, Subterfuge.
▪ Acrobatic and creative, uses his surroundings to his advantage; difficult to grab onto and difficult to keep ahold of. Remarkably strong for his size, understands pressure points on various species + uses his knowledge to his advantage. Can easily take on both smaller and larger creatures, though he isn't impossible to defeat.
▪ Loose morals; won't sexually assault anybody, and most tortures are a no, but even fights are pretty free in terms of the rules he abides by. Used to fight honourably, but not much, not any longer. Can kill if need be; rarely attacks children, but will retaliate if they hit first.
▪ Can both fight solo and with a partner. Skilled with [certain] weapons and without weapons at all. Can fight on the ground, in water and in trees/high up; does best when he can start from above. Difficult to sneak up on; can tackle groups alone.
▪ Attack in bold WHITE or bold underlined.

DARKPUP. · Oct 6th 2016

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/ shhh jaws no it's not

Kids should feel invincible. They should feel like they could own the damn world, because everyone deserves that much as a child. But more and more, as of late, that invincibility was being taken away. Younger and younger, they were sleeping with one eye open and a knife under the pillow. How old was the mini thing? Now old enough to be a -paw, he was betting. But that suffix doesn't mean a damn thing anymore, when you've got literal children trying to prove their worth to a world that's far from kind to them. She's his type of paranoid, and even if she's younger than him, Dark respects that. (She's not there yet, but he gets the feeling that she could rule the world eventually — her and Red both, really. He'd be the loyal servant, or something like that. Yeah, that sounds about right.) He looks her over out of the corner of his eye, waiting for some sort of comment. Instead, he gets a question, and his mouth curls into a tired, lopsided smirk. "What, tiny, you don't recognize me?" Of course she doesn't, they just met, but he likes to joke about these kinds of things. "Besides a broken heart, I'll be fine."

It's nice, actually. That she doesn't recognize him. Maybe it's weird, maybe he's a little pissed off, but it's better than everyone seeing Darkknight. Why does he keep bringing him up? Why does he keep thinking about WindClan as a whole? He's done, he's gone. He's here, at least for now. With Red. That's actually a nice thought, and one of the few that he feels comfortable clinging to. After all, he'd been given the all clear to follow him around, right? Dark won't push it, but it's still nice. Sure, it had been nice of everyone to just take him in right away — it was nicer still when someone wanted you. He can still recall his own delighted grin, shining through even if he tried to hide it because Red had called him better. Maybe it's just that Win is too real; maybe that's why he's so scared of being him.

So it's nice to have someone who he can go to when he starts thinking like that. For a moment, Darkpaw can't help but wonder about Red would think of all this — the collie's silence when he approaches only serves to drag those thoughts to additional heights. What he hadn't expected was a grin. It makes him relax, though, tired smirk warming to a crooked smile. "You know, I wasn't either." I like it. Light eyes widen a fraction when he lifts his brow a little higher, a question written in the surprise. "Yeah?" The teasing air to it gives him pause yet again, looking down at his own chest as if it has an answer. Back to smirking, then. "Don't think adorable really applies, Red." The canine offers a short sort of laugh, rolling his shoulder — no flapping owl anymore. Not as creepy. Not as paranoid. He's feeling better. "What, a little club of two?"
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