take my hand — joining

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    [justify]The Elite was nice, but this place seemed a bit more.. his speed. He wasn't sure if the rules were the same here, but the feline assumed that they would, indeed, be similar. Learning from his previous encounter with the Elite, Matthias realized that the entire joining process could be sped up if he announced his presence and introduced himself when he arrived.


    "Matthias, joining."


    It was short and simple. There was no need for grandeur when it came to introductions - in his opinion, anyways. Should he mention that he also held an alliance with the Elite? Would his dual membership cause any issues? Matt certainly hoped not, but he supposed that he would see when someone else arrived.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt]Dusk had not done a border patrol by himself in a long time, especially not in BloodClan. Coming home was a surreal experience; he had picked up all of his old duties and hobbies like he'd never left, despite his lengthy absence. It felt good to be back on the job, especially now that he was old enough to handle it all maturely. Stumbling upon Matthias, as he had stumbled upon many strangers during patrol in the past, felt almost like a ritual. He'd missed it.


    "Yeah, welcome, then." the cream tabby remarked, sitting down in the reddish dirt and examining the joiner. "My name is Duskmire, welcome to, uh, BloodClan." The stranger smelled vaguely of somewhere familiar, but Dusk couldn't remember where at the moment, not that it was relevant to him. It didn't matter where you came from - BloodClan took everyone. Dusk himself had first joined on his way out of WindClan, which had been... a big change, to say the least.


    "Camp's that way - tunnel system. You can make yourself at home in, uh, any of the vacant space down there. If you have any questions, um, I guess I'm your guy."


    info | updated 11/4

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]he'd only just gotten home, and now he was right back into the routine it seemed. he spotted matthias with his single eye, humming to himself before moving to approached him. duskmire had gotten there before him but there was no harm in going over there anyway. "welcome to bloodclan matthias." he greeted, looking down at the other male through his remaining narrowed hue. "i'm noah." he introduced himself and smiled lopsidedly, a pretty dorky expression for such an intimidating body.
    /ninja'd riP
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    [spoiler=info (11/05)]
    GENERAL:
    ▪ noah aema | previously foxheart
    ▪ biromantic | bisexual
    ▪ two years | 8/22 2014 | real time
    ▪ first tier of bloodclan


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ▪ taken
    ▪ ½ nowriter
    ▪ npc x npc | gen 1
    ▪ married to ghostwriter


    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ▪ monarch of the aema family
    ▪ dangerously loyal
    ▪ collects teeth as battle trophies
    ▪ thick scottish accent
    ▪ vampire, doesn't eat normal food
    ▪ ex stormclan medicine cat, ex scarclan blueblood, ex bloodclan second tier and ex arius guardian


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ red fox/dragon hybrid [main] | health: 99%
    — big and bulky, approximately the size of a tiger. his fur is thick and fluffy, especially around his neck, and his body is heavily scarred. his teeth and claws are serrated, and can give powerful electric shocks during battle. his eyes are gold (along with his blood) and one of them has been gorged out, leaving a gruesome hole that he covers with a black eye patch. all his bones (including his teeth) are black, but his claws are gold.
    — reference
    — major injuries: missing eye.
    — minor injuries: none.


    ★ domestic feline [birth] | health: 99%
    – a larger than average red somali with gold blood and thick fur.
    — major injuries: none
    — minor injuries: none



    PERSONALITY:
    — tries to be chill
    — forms friendships easily
    — dad™
    — quick to turn to violence
    — family oriented


    POWERS:
    ★ electricity manipulation | discovered — mastered
    ★ super strength | discovered — (un)mastered
    — has bad control over his strength and can end up accidentally hurting people with it


    INTERACTION:
    ▪ physically extreme | mentally extreme
    ▪ will start/end fights
    ▪ years of harsh training
    ▪ Attack in [color=#ffe59e]#ffe59e
    ▪ Can powerplay nonviolent/healing actions.

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    REBELREVENGE

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    The servaline arrived on the scene moments after Rebel did, ears perked slightly as he gazed with minor intrigue at the unfamiliar face. He came to stand besides Noah, flicking his tail in silent greeting to his fellow clanmates before he fixed his attention back onto the newcomer with a light grin spilling out across his lips. He liked their bluntness. They were to the point and gave him the impression that they did not mess around, something that he quite liked to see as it was a contrast to what he usually spotted occurring with newcomers. "Heya. Welcome to Bloodclan, Matthias. I'm Chase, it's nice to meet you" he hummed in response to their words, speech also accompanied with a slight dip of his head in additional greeting to the newcomer.

    [justify]So, it seemed that BloodClan had mutants as well? Interesting, perhaps it was normalized in the clan-lands, and he was just the only one who wasn't quite used to it. The domestic feline offered a dip of his head to his new clanmates, a small smile momentarily flickering across his features before disappearing. His attention was focused mainly on Noah, but Matthias had to remind himself that staring was rude. He'd never seen such a hybrid before, though. The brown and white tabby made a few quick notes to himself - Duskmire, Noah, Rebel, and Chase. "Charmed," he replied silkily, the simple word sufficiently addressing all of them.


    His light brown gaze flickered in the direction that Duskmire had mentioned. A tunnel system? Well, that was certainly much more subtle than the looming mansion that the Elite had decided to make their home in. Living underground didn't sound very appealing to Matthias - did earthquakes happen frequently here? Were the tunnels strong enough to support the weight of all types of creatures? His gaze briefly refocused to Noah at the last thought, but Matt quickly shook all worries away. If it were truly that dangerous, they probably wouldn't have chosen to live there, right? Right.


    "Thank you," Matthias decided to add after a few moments, allowing his smile to return before he began to trot off towards the tunnel system. Duskmire had invited him to make himself at home in any of the vacant spaces, so why not get settled in as quickly as possible?