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  • [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]There needed to be something done to spark more interest, and while he knew little about the politics, he wanted to at least contribute somehow. Activities that were done by clans were not at all what he was accustomed to, so he didn't have a clue as to what he would say to the high positions. He did, however, know of one fact that he would address aside from events. Until they appeared to speak with him, however, he would remain relatively silent. His ears pricked forward as he neared a spot consistent with the "elite". None of them seem fit to lead, or hold some authority over the group, leader and deputy included. He sat back on his haunches, honey visionaries surveying the area with boredom. "Need some high positions over here," Scott woofed to call forth those in the hierarchy of the clan. "Got some things to talk about," the Pinscher then added on, voice steady and smooth while his tone contrasted it completely. He spoke rather abruptly, words choppy and poorly chosen. It was obvious though that he hardly seemed to care, if at all.


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    righthook wasn't really used to the idea of being a high position but when the call for a few ranking members was made and he tried to walk away, an npc shot him a glare and he remembered. oh yeah. he was one of those, wasn't he? or at least a semi-high position. he wasn't entirely certain. still, moving over with the slow steps of someone who obviously didn't feel comfortable, the tom would stop next to scott and fail to make eye contact, simply flicking his yellow gaze to and fro.


    "um... hi."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt] hearing the call of another needing an hp, the male would limp over, grinning his usual cheeky grin as he said "need anythin', mate?"
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  • [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]"What's cookin'?"


    His question, however, was cut short when Junkrat approached, causing him to stand erect. He still went on to address Righthook well enough — by giving a simple nod of his head. The same gesture was directed towards the leader, but in a much more abrupt, curt manner. He had no time for formalities with the sickly hyena, especially since he didn't exactly respect him yet. "Aight, it might be above my pay grade, but a lotta high positions have been inactive. They ain't even gettin' those warnings you've been talkin' about. Even if they got notices — I don't know. Seems kinda unfair, I guess," as he finished his introduction, his end held a tone of questioning. He wasn't particularly interested in gaining any power within the group, but he found it'd be a welcome touch to his stay. "I think most of 'em need to be demoted. Who ya choose isn't really up to me," Scott gave a shrug of his shoulders in a nonchalant manner, concluding his initial topic. He did not return the cheeky grin Junkrat sent him, merely stared in the leader's direction. "We've been whistl'n Dixie too. The clan seems kinda...blah. We got nothin' happenin'. I was thinkin' we could do somethin' to draw them in, ya know? Maybe we could have some sorta event, or...I dunno, a party?" Montgomery questioned, a bit unsure of himself as he directed his commentary towards the two who had bothered to show up.


    i was also thinking we could have a mass adoption!


  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: #CFD8DC]"I see where you're coming from and, unfortunately, I agree that some of our high positions have been a bit inactive..." He, himself, hadn't been doing so well in terms of activity, but he had picked his own back up rather recently. Yuuma approached and settled himself beside the leader, offering a bit of a side-glance before shifting his golden gaze onto Montgomery. "I do think we should interact with our allies more and perhaps we should get a couple more clanwide events going to keep our morale up. Everyone's been doing a great job lately, so why not host a party?" The Colonel grinned just a bit, nodding his head towards Monty. "It all sounds good unless Junkrat has any reason to veto my decision... I say go for hosting a party or something along the lines of that."


    ( If Teeth's fine with it, then an Mass Adoption sounds great! )


    [spoiler=★ — TAGS, UPDATED 11/10]GENERAL:
    Yuuma Bellator-Resurgam — ♂ — DarkClan
    Mentally: 10,000+ yrs — Physically: 3 yrs — Spiritually Ageless
    Taken — ½ Harma — Sergeant & Distinguished Service titles
    Speaks fluent Japanese — Knows a little Latin
    One-eyed Ghoul — Also known as Raven


    PHYSICAL: [ headshot reference ] | HEALTH: 100%
    His body is athletically built with slim muscles and an overall fairly light build. He stands around the height of an medium-sized dog (about 50.8cm or 20in.) and weighs about 34 pounds (18kg). The fur is thick and often found wild and unkempt and it only seems to thicken around the throat area. The fur is an inky black in color with grey undertones, and the most notable markings are the white markings on his four tails that resembles eyes. These markings are concealed with bandages, however. The eyes are an simmering liquid gold color with an narrowed white iris. Raven feathers are braided behind the right ear and two golden earrings are found on both the left and right ears.
    — Major injuries: N/A
    — Minor injuries: N/A
    — Ailments: N/A


    PERSONALITY:
    [ 15% Gilbert Nightray ] [ 85% Original Character ]
    — ISTJ; "the Logistician"
    — Lawful Good
    — Adaptable, charismatic, cold, pessimistic optimist, protective
    — Stubborn, aggressive, ambitious, circumspect, genuine
    — Insecure, irritable, moody, possessively obsessive
    — Gilbert is usually seen as a enigmatic character who has unyielding loyalty and endless love and affection towards his clan, family, and friends. He is cautious of strangers and it often takes more than a while to become accustomed to his standoffish, over-bearing, and seemingly dominating appearance. Gilbert is sometimes portrayed as moody and irritable, though his positive traits seem to shine over these negative traits. Harbored deep within himself is an crushing anxiety over his insecurities and he desperately hides these insecurities form the public eye and often lets his negative emotions fester until it becomes too much for him to handle — his stubbornness and resistance to reach out makes him refrain from seeking proper help.


    [color=#FFFFFF]CONFRONTATION:
    Well-conditioned — Trained in swordsmanship — High difficulty
    Often fights with a katana he has named Keshimasu
    Has most powers — Hardly ever uses them, though he is well-trained in using them
    Will start fights — Will always end fights — May show mercy
    Attack in bold text or any other noticeable color
    Can powerplay non-violent or peaceful actions

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