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    An abandoned amusement park. Lovely.


    The black tom would snort as he came across the scene, flicking an ear back. This place was rather creepy and it looked trashy. Why would they make their home here, out of all places? These Elitists had no class, he would think to himself.


    The wizard-in-training would stand on the borderline, glancing his green eyes around for any sign of anybody. Perhaps he had just missed a patrol. Great, would he have to wait now? For StarClan knows how long? He huffed and plopped onto his bottom, tapping his paw impatiently. Typical of these clanners.
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    [b][i][font=georgia]MAKING MY ADRENALINE RISE, I FEEL EYES ON ME[/fancypost]


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    Once she could be bothered dragging herself from such a position, the vixen leapt to her paws and jumped over a stray rock playfully as she approached, a wide smile shining from her childish features. [b]"Heya! Name and business mister?"

    she chirped happily, asking the typical but boring question that she herself despised on a personal level. She'd heard it too much, and her answer would be simple. Her name didn't matter and she was simply here to betray everyone to her grave. But she couldn't exactly say that, so she resorted to lying and cheating. It was a stupid question because one only ever needed to lie their way through it.
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    // pretty museless atm...should improve throughout roleplaying him ^^'


    Serpentpaw twitched a whisker, giving a sharp glance to the female. She was cheerful, and the very tone hurt his ears like nails on a chalkboard. He didn't understand how anyone could just be happy all the damn time. Wasn't there things to be concerned about? Family? Relationships? War? Death? He wondered if everyone in this clan was just like this one.


    Well, he didn't get her name and that didn't bother him, honestly. As long as, at the end of the day, he got somewhere to rest his head. He was not gonna spend his days in the wilderness where he could get mauled by savage animals.


    Straightening his posture and fluffing out his black fur, Serpentpaw would huff, "Serpentpaw. Serpentpaw Muzikant." He carried the name with pride. His father was the very head of the family, and he was hoping to earn the position of heir. Who else could possibly do it? His incapable siblings? One day, he would be a powerful wizard. Was that not criteria enough for being the heir? "Joining." Maybe temporarily, maybe permanently. There was a slim chance of the latter, as he tended not to stay in one place for too long If this place exceeded his expectations, which would be very surprising, he would stay. This clan seemed a bit iffy at the moment, however.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]unfortunately for serpentpaw, the next elitist to appear was the (probably) second fakest member of the clan. he carried a gentle expression, a kind smile tugging at his delicate lips. it would take a look into his soul to see his true nature. "hi there," he greeted, voice practically dripping with a musical cadence. "welcome to the elite. i'm luca, a royal guard here." he dipped his head politely, and then lashed his tail a bit. a small sign of the impatience he tried so hard to hide.


    he wasn't as chirpy as lunae, and his smile was replaced with tiny smirk after he'd introduced himself, but that didn't stop the friendly aura that seemed to emanate from the demonic vulpine. he had no names to be overly proud of, the only surnames he held were ones close to his heart. belrose was given to him by the family that took him in, and arcanium was suga's family. they weren't really titles to the vulpine but rather reminders of people he was close to, so he didn't bother flinging them around like serpentpaw had. luca took a second to survey the ink coloured apprentice, a look of indifference crossing his eyes before being replaced by that same dull gleam of welcome.
    //don't worry about it! your writing is fine as it is <33 welcome to the elite, i hope you like it here
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    GENERAL:
    ▪ luca belrose arcanium | “lu” | m
    ▪ demiromantic | pansexual | male preference
    ▪ 12 months, permanently 16 human years in mind, 400+ years spiritually
    ▪ royal guard of the elite (hp) | cloudwatcher of skyclan (hp)


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ▪ single | small crush on pretty much everyone
    ▪ crush on suga | in denial
    ▪ ½ nothing
    ▪ npc x npc | gen 1
    ▪ 'belongs' to sugaredpoison
    ▪ sees kiipcha as a daughter
    ▪ protective over sugarpup and lancelot


    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ▪ ptsd, delusional disorder
    ▪ serial killer/rapist, marks his murders with a heart shaped brand
    ▪ incubus, deadly sin of lust, former human
    ▪ child of the abyss
    ▪ obsesses over angels
    ▪ 'demon form' sealed away by the black circle around his left paw
    ▪ only half a soul, hunting for the rest of it (held by axel of windclan)


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ m grey fox [main] | health: 70% (heals 10% every 20 posts)
    — feminine and petite. bright pink eyes with white, heart shaped pupils. dark brown fur with darker dots above his eyes and markings on his ears and paws. he has two pink bat wings, a velociraptor tail and raptor claws. two venomous fangs can sometimes be seen peeking down from his top lip. somehow his mutated appearance doesn't distract from the strange beauty of the fox, and he usually carries a gentle and kind expression.
    — major injuries: none
    — minor injuries: large gash on his muzzle.


    ★ f timber wolf | health: 99%
    – standard timber wolf colours with dull, grey blue eyes. he has less control over his powers in this form, and has a tendency to catch on fire without noticing.
    — major injuries: none
    — minor injuries: none


    ★ m 'demon' form | health: 99%
    — a huge, black dragon the size of a blue whale. an oily black substance constantly drips from his mouth and fire rages beneath his scales. venomous lionfish quills cover his tail and back. he has very little control in this form and has fully succumbed to the abyss. will destroy anything in his path.
    — major injuries: none
    — minor injuries: none

    PERSONALITY:
    — obsessive and clingy
    — violent urges, hears the calling of the abyss at all times
    — sadomasochistic to a destructive extent
    — he's submissive around anyone that he deems worthy. if he's beaten in a fair fight he'll do anything the winner says
    — acts childish for his age as a coping mechanism for past traumas
    — personality often changes depending on who's around him


    POWERS:
    (he has all powers, but only uses a few of them)
    ★ fire manipulation | discovered — mastered
    — his main power, activates automatically when under extreme stress. the fire inside his body raises his body temperature to unnatural degrees and skin-to-skin contact can cause very slight burns if he's too emotional.
    ★ telekinesis | discovered — mastered
    ★ venomous fangs | discovered — mastered
    — venom isn't lethal but causes a deep sleep that lasts up to 12 hours. it's sweet but tart and numbs anything it touches.
    ★ sound manipulation | discovered — no control over it
    — always activated unless he's using another power, mutes the sound of his movements.
    ★ super senses | discovered — unmastered
    — activates automatically at night.


    INTERACTION:
    ▪ physically extreme | mentally fragile
    ▪ will start fights| uses cheap tactics | sometimes seeks conflict
    ▪ Attack in [color=#ffa2be]#ffa2be
    ▪ Can powerplay nonviolent/healing actions.

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    "Welcome. The name is Arachnophobia Dixon-Greene." She greeted as she trotted over and took a seat.
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    Again, another member that was just as polite as the last one had been. Serpentpaw gave a look of distaste to Luca, glancing up and down over their figure. He wasn't "checking him out" in that way, but just analyzing him. He was nothing to fear; just a fox. He could set him aflame with one swish of his wand. "Serpentpaw." The tom blinked as Arachnophobia arrived as well, introducing herself. Nothing impressive, though he did want to get out of here as quickly as possible. "A pleasure." His tone was emphasized, though you could sense sarcasm if you listened hard enough. He was always one to be sarcastic and snide and every disgusting trait you could think of. He was a bratty boy, that was no secret.


    With a quick swipe of his pink tongue over his black fur, wanting to keep it neat-looking, he would give them a bat of his eyes before padding past them. His head was held high, not bothering to stop for any further interaction.
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    "Hmm.." The butterfly winged unicheetah would reply as her spiders shifted on her pelt. Then, she stood and stretched. "Need help or can you handle yourself?"
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