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Alex. · Oct 24th 2016

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Well, all he'd done was cut a couple holes in a pumpkin and wriggle inside of it (after scooping out its guts, of course). He could hardly walk and some asshole passing by had stacked the pieces he'd cut out on top od his head. Alex didn't even know why he'd tried, honestly, this obviously was not going very well. Fuck it, he'd just be a pumpkin for the day. He didn't know how to get out anyway.

Waddling was too hard. He couldn't move his legs very much, having made the holes just barely big enough to fit them through, so he just rolled. He didn't have anywhere important to be. At the moment he was essentially just dead weight dressed up as a pumpkin.

"Why," he asked himself, staring up at the sky after falling over and being unable to flip himself upright. He felt like a turtle. "Why did I think this was a good idea?" He didn't like pumpkins as much starti ng today. They'd done him more harm than good.

Ditzblitz · Oct 24th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; black;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 390px; font-size: 11px; color: #e39240; overflow: auto]O'Fraiser felt sort of bad, but he couldn't help it. When a cat comes rolling by in a pumpkin, what is one supposed to do? Stare stone-faced? On the inside, O'Fraiser wanted to help the fellow as soon as possible, but on the outside, frankly, he was laughing his ass off. He had just stopped dead in his tracks, stared, and the moment Alex tried to roll along, the seapanther burst out with laughter. He covered his face with his paw, but it just sounded like putting a sheet over speakers. "Whaa? Whaaa? O-oh Tri-Triton, ya need some- aaaa-," he sputtered laughter into his paw pad. "Ah'm so-so sorry! Haha!" He shook his head hard and wheezed a little, dropping his paw. "Let me help ya there, lad. Don't want no headless horseman comin' by ta' swipe ya up!" Frai laughed once again at his own joke then walked over there to see if he could figure out how to get this thing off without smashing it. "What in te' world were ya goin' for? This yer Halloween costume? Yaer gonna smell like a high-end latte for a week."

/this is adorable

info — updated 10/13

IMPORTANT FACTS:
⚓ Talks a lot and is touchy
⚓ Widower mourning loss of his fiance, Cambrian
⚓ Scots-Irish and accent reflects that
⚓ Caring and emotional, but also lazy
(takes many naps)

RECENT EVENTS:
⚓ Rejoined Hawkclan
⚓ Regaining friends / helping Ichigo recover
⚓ Accidentally made an enemy out of Cytus

PHYSICAL:
⚓ SEAPANTHER [only] | health: 100%
O'Fraiser is a seapanther that appears to be a mixture between an aquatic mammal and a leopard. His form is lithe with pointed shoulders, a very long fish like tail, and webbed feet. His body is primarily peachy orange, white, grey, and turquoise in color. His whiskers are long and are more sensitive than a regular feline's whiskers. They help him feel his way around ocean environments and his large tail help keep orientation when swimming as well as provides extra power. Just under his ear and tracing his upper jaw are two fins on each side of his head, the top one larger than the bottom one. He has similar looking fins (though more rouche) along his side behind his arms. Both sets of fins conceal gills and only one set has to be active at a time when he his traversing the sea. His movements are otter-like in that he will often hold things between his paws and stand up on two legs though he has trouble walking like this. He is quicker in the water than on land, but he is still able to adequately move and fight. O'Fraiser is very emotive in the face and has bright, life filled golden eyes perched under thick black lashes and over a line of red underneath both eyes. He looks as though he is wearing makeup in a way, but it is natural. His body is about as long as an alligator's and his paws have non-retractable, small and usually blunt claws. The real danger is his powerful bite facillitated by two rows of sharp, shark-like teeth. On his neck is a collar that looks like it belongs to a person's shirt, but it is overly long and acts like a regular collar for an animal. In his right ear is a small earring of gold and red and his head and neck sport curly hair. Down the back of his neck the hair becomes longer and he holds it in a ponytail with a lime ribbon. O'Fraiser is Scots-Irish so he speaks in an accent reflective of both cultures, born in Sule Skerry (Scotland), but influenced by the Irish harbor seals that helped raise him.
— [i]major injuries: none
— [i]minor injuries: none

RELATIONSHIPS:
⚓ Single | ½ no one
⚓ Npc x Npc | Generation 1

INTERACTION:
⚓ Loves to make friends and talk
⚔ Moderately difficult mentally | Normal physically
⚔ Avoids fighting when possible, but will defend
⚔ Attack with his name in ALL CAPS
⚓ Can powerplay peaceful, flirty, or nonviolent actions

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