HERE WE ARE AGAIN | JOINING

Inigo B. · Oct 31st 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width:420px; blaze it lmao][justify][size=8]Oh! Her father was alive and kicking in ColouredClan, wasn't he? So excited, she was, so excited she was to see her father. Last time she had spoken to him, it had been right after she had gotten married. Ah, even though Jace was still alive the demon wasn't really looking to go back to BloodClan. She was looking for something else, something she hadn't gotten from Navyseal. Something she had a chance to receive from Permafrost -- but she had blown it off just like a lot of other opportunities. A parent-daughter relationship. Although... Permafrost had a lot of other kids, didn't she? Lucidnightmares was nothing more than a number perhaps, the white serval was a statistic. An old one. "Anybody home?" The old bob-tailed white serval asked, amber eyes scanning the area.

[spoiler=mobile tags]GENERAL:
Lucidnightmares — ♀ — Panromantic Pansexual — Member of ColouredClan
Mentally: four years — Physically: four years
½ None — Angel

PHYSICAL:
White serval with yellow eyes
• other bodies: None
• injuries: list, None

CONFRONTATION:
• Hard Physically - Medium Mentally
• Doesn't fight, can defend herself
• Doesn't start fights — Will negotiate
• Attack in black
• Can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions.

D/ROPPED · Oct 31st 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;]"Yep! Hi, I'm Taliyah and is there anything I can do for you? Do you want a drink? I like goat's milk and cookies, hey, do you want some cookies?" The serval's greeting is a stream of consciousness and it was one of Permafrost's more recent children that had come to meet her. The winged serval was offering a grin towards the white serval. She has no idea she's related to her in any way either, otherwise the greeting may have been even warmer.
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INFORMATION — 24/10/2016

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Frightfur Seraphim M. ! · Oct 31st 2016

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Another white serval appeared, female in sex, feral-eyed, younger in body (but not in spirit), and mechanically modified behind moral proportions. Frightfur Seraphim hoped he would be getting good at spotting permabrat's but this one didn't completely fit the package. She acted a little different and most he had seen recently all had wings and were young. L

So perhaps to the candy-eating gangster, this was just another white serval like himself, only with crucial differences.

"Hello? Well, I live here. Have ya come for something...someone?" he drawled as he stepped uncomfortably against one of Taliyah's sparrow wings.

character tags/info — updated 10/25

cottoncandypaw · Oct 31st 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:220px; margin-top:-20px][hr][hr][justify][sub]Each day, Cottoncandykit was slowly growing more and more aware of Permafrost's extensive family: it seemed that barely a minute would pass before C.C. would spot one of the older male's offspring. The child had occasionally wondered where they had all come from. Was there really some mythical pumpkin patch where parents went to get children? Had he himself come from said pumpkin patch? The child shook his head, confused. If he had come from a pumpkin patch, then where did baby pumpkins come from? Were they all from the same place.

The skinny child look a seat next to Frightfur, a disgruntled expression on his face. He did, however, offer the stranger a weak smile and a quick nod after he was seated, still trying to be polite despite the uncomfortable feeling inside of him. He instinctively wrapped his tail around himself, a comforting gesture that made him feel safer in the outsider's presence.

physical:
• bronze egyptian mau, ref
• warm brown eyes - usually pastel pink due to color manipulation
• slender and noodle-like

powers:
• eye color manipulation [uncontrollable]

injuries:
• n/a

confrontation:
• pathetically easy physically | mentally easy
• clumsy — tries his best — not aggressive
• attack in [color=lightpink]italic lightpink
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fruitbasketxerxes · Oct 31st 2016

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Fruit chirped, slithering onto the scene. New joiners happened so often she'd nearly taken it upon herself as a personal job to welcome all of them. It was a good judge of character, a first impression. After al, someone could be friendly and not look the part, or vice versa. Though the white serval certainly had an air of... something unkind about her, perhaps, Fruit was not one to judge. "I am Fruit. Good meet!" [/fancypost]
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Extra info - 10/29

NIGHTTALES XERSES · Nov 1st 2016

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TAGS 23/10/2016

DEAD CHARACTER POSSE · Nov 1st 2016

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Cordelia cane over wondering who this person was. Were they joining? Or. rather here to be here? She didn't know but she'd be here to find out. "Hello. Welcome. I am Lady Cordelia Muzikant. But you may call me Cory or Delia."

info — updated 11/1

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Benvolio · Nov 1st 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4]There are a lot of servals in ColouredClan, Benvolio muses as he trots over, completely unaware of his relation to Lucidnightmares — though he supposes he should have guessed, considering their similarities. He tends to assume that winged members of his species have the highest chance of sharing his genes, however, considering Frightfur and Nighttales' separation from his bloodline, and with good reason — the majority of his close relatives have those familiar feathered appendages. It's an identifying feature, this winged-ness, and Benvolio uses it to spot potential family members; of course, this is about to prove his theory wrong, though he can't be all that surprised. Perhaps the winged gene just isn't a definite.

A small smile flits across his features as he approaches, reserved and fleeting but present for those few moments, and Benvolio comes to stand beside Nighttales, peering expectantly at the stranger on the border.
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tags | updated 10/30

[hr][size=10px]GENERAL INFORMATION: [biography]
♚ Benvolio Montague du Ciel | Nicknames TBA
♚ Demigraysexual Homoflexible | ♂
♚ Born June 15th | Real-Timed
♚ Four Months | Warder [SHP] of ColouredClan

RELATIONSHIPS: [heart chart] [info]
♚ Single | No Crushes | No "Maybe" Crushes
♚ ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛ ______ [extra info here]
♚ Son of Permafrost [NPC Mother] | No Mentor
♚ Friendly and reserved; loyal to friends. Kind.

APPEARANCE: [reference]
♚ WINGED SERVAL [birth/main] | health: 95%
— brown-grey fur, darker rosettes, smaller than average.
— bright, clear-blue eyes. pair of brown-grey feathery wings.
— injuries: currently none.

PERSONALITY: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [part one] [part two]
♚ Inspired by [Modern] Benvolio Montague [high / 70-80%]
— articulate, benevolent, brave, charismatic, clear-headed.
— compassionate, dedicated, diplomatic, honest, loyal, sensitive.
— steadfast, thoughtful, trustworthy, understanding, moralistic.
— placid, playful, quiet, reserved, exasperated, sarcastic, teasing.

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[size=10px]♚ Perhaps his name should give some indicator for his personality — it's a name that means care, peace, good will, and first and foremost, he is benevolent. Selfless, at times, compassionate and sensitive, one for the people — he cares, and he cares deeply, showing it in small gestures that build up over time, proof of silent affection. He's loyal, sticking to people even in times of trouble, sacrificial in the sense that he'll stand up and take the burden himself if he can, but that doesn't mean he's a doormat. He's honest, strong, able to tell the truth even if it damns another — and yes, he's capable of lying, and he will somewhat alter if the situation calls for it, often softening the cruelty of reality with clever words, but he's not deceptive. Even in times of stress, when he could be considered at fault, he will place the blame on the heads of those that deserve it — even himself.

♚ Brave in his own way, Benvolio isn't an easy person to crush. Peaceful and placid, he doesn't actively seeks fights, but when someone lunges for him, he does his best to defend himself. He's the sort who prefers diplomacy, and he possesses a strong set of morals, but he's well-aware that not everyone's like that — he recommends peace if he can, but is no stranger to his suggestions being ignored. Even so, despite his quiet, almost reserved demeanour at times, Benvolio is not a bore; he's an articulate, charismatic, dedicated creature with a playful side that often emerges in easy teasing and clever wit. Though he's just as happy to sit and grin at other people's jokes, he's not incapable of making them himself, and will happily join in. He's not the sort to just sit back and toe the line, though he can certainly seem that way — no, there's mischief in his blood, it's just far tamer than what it could be, and he has control over himself. He still feels deeply and refuses to let drama get past without him dipping in and observing the situation. If he can diffuse it, great; if it's harmless, then he sees nothing wrong with keeping track.

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INTERACTION & CONFRONTATION:
♚ Can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions.
♚ Unlimited contact allowed from the following:
— Permafrost, his siblings, most ColouredClanners. [add more with time]
♚ Untrained | Peaceful | Doesn't Like Fighting
♚ Attack in bold #000811 or bold underlined.

Inigo B. · Nov 1st 2016

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"For someone? My my! You're a smart one!" Her tone is quite mocking, a voice as smooth as butter and as low as a mans just about. But it is elegant, and fits the old feline and her irritable personality like a glove. "You must see the similarities between me and my father, yes? Besides the wings surely. I was born before people started popping up with those things. But yes, my father is Permafrost. Did you know, kids, that he is very old? Yes. Take a guess at how old I am, and now perhaps triple my age and you have his age. Old, isn't it? By the way, may I stay here for a bit?" Lucid is talkative, always willing to boast about how long she had survived in this world before dying and then coming back. She will show her lazy self, soon. "If I have wrinkles, I would like to see him, but don't tell him I said that. He will kill me even if I am his kid. Speaking of kids, Father surely has had some more." Lucid says it like it's a joke, but the four-year old serval wonders if they are bothered. "Raise your paw if a big white serval sired you."

[spoiler=mobile tags]GENERAL:
Lucidnightmares — ♀ — Panromantic Pansexual — Member of ColouredClan
Mentally: four years — Physically: four years
½ None — Angel

PHYSICAL:
White serval with yellow eyes
• other bodies: None
• injuries: list, None

CONFRONTATION:
• Hard Physically - Medium Mentally
• Doesn't fight, can defend herself
• Doesn't start fights — Will negotiate
• Attack in black
• Can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions.