DISCOMFORT DISCO || open + ambassador signups

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[size=7pt][font=verdana]PRETEND THAT THE SEARCH FOR ANOTHER NEW WORLD
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]"Oh, if we're doin' this, I definitely want the Elite! Leader-lady seemed pretty okay," Ruth was the first to trot over, being fairly interested in this whole thing. The Elite was their newest ally, if Ruth recalled correctly, and the only one she had been around for the beginning of. The idea of being the one to upkeep their relationship appealed to the female. "Hm..." She should take a second one too. Maybe one she was less familiar with--just for a bit of variety! "I'll take Shadowclan too, how 'bout that? Don't got a ton o' members poppin' up 'round Darkclan regularly, an' I'm sure I can handle a second."

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"I'd love to... but I'm not the brightest," Moth said, hiding her sadness, but still letting a small frown crease her face. She knew that her intelligence wasn't what stopped her - she didn't have to be clever to make sure everyone else was ok at a basic level - it was just her negativity. She never questioned it though, and didn't question her random personality fluctuations.

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//HELLA RUSHED SORRY

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Mothnose blushed slightly, looking towards the ground to conceal the rising smile on her face. Duskheart was always nice to her, and as admired him for that. "I'd... really like to come with you," Moth said, after the male had finished stumbling over his words. She gave him a large smile, not after frowning at his remark of him being not particularly the best either. He was far too humble for his own good.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]Upon hearing the call for future ambassadors of allied clans, Scotty immediately trotted forward to approach Duskheart, and the other two gathered. He continued to listen silently as the stuttering male went on to clarify what the program consisted of. His nose twitched when Ruth volunteered for not one clan, but two, and the latter choice had been the one he was going to inquire about. His knowledge consisted of ShadowClan, as well as the Elite, but he had at least been in the former's territory. While brief, he knew the placement of their domain, and those who resided within it. He desired to speak up about ShadowClan, but it was already a moment too late when Duskheart responded to the femme. At Mothnose's comment, he couldn't help but glance over at her before averting his gaze to the ground. He rolled his eyes before lifting his head again, a smirk on his lips. "What's up, Dusk? I was hopin' to snag ShadowClan, but Ruth beat me to the punch. I guess I'll go with BloodClan, if that's aight with ya," Montgomery piped up, not bothering to wait for the discussion Duskheart was having with Mothnose to cease. It was odd watching the other individuals of the clan, as most were rather awkward, as well as unsure of themselves. People like himself, and Ruth as well, he supposed, had it easy. At the thought his smirk widened and he directed it towards the plump male. Whether it was intentional or not was the question. "Oh, uh, I'm Scott by the way. Not sure if we've actually met formally or not," he went on to add, appearing a bit flustered, even if only for a brief, fleeting moment.

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[size=7pt][font=verdana]PRETEND THAT THE SEARCH FOR ANOTHER NEW WORLD
WAS WELL WORTH THE BURNING OF MINE[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Ruth looked pleased as she received confirmation of her assignments. It felt nice having a duty here and there, so long as it didn't take over her free time entirely. As Scot spoke up, the ginger feline aimed to nudge him playfully on the shoulder, perhaps a bit too harshly. "Why not take it with me, Scott-o? There's room for two on the Shadowclan shuttle," she suggested with a light chuckle. Ruth didn't mind sharing, after all. Mostly.

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]Ambassadors? Benjamin found himself walking over the scene — head level, as usual. Duskheart was putting it together, huh? Allies, right. They were important to have, without a doubt. Without them, DarkClan was more vulnerable — which meant, more wounds from enemies. That was how his thought process was moving along. The canine found himself pushing up next to Scotty, listening to his easy banter with a flicking his his ears. Truthfully, Ben would've probably preferred to stay within camp. His head turned in Ruth's direction as she offered to go to ShadowClan. Alone. His gaze immediately dragged itself down into the soil, as he looked almost conflicted with himself. Was he going to allow Ruth to go alone? He listened to her voice as she offered Scotty to come with her. Scott-o. The male surpassed a strained smile. Ruth had quite literally eaten * rocks not too long ago, in hopes of making herself stronger. It wasn't that Ben thought she was missing some brain cells — it was just, well, he didn't want her to do something else to herself on the way. Or maybe, it was a mix of both of those things — but, Ben just didn't acknowledge one part of those ideas fully. Add Scotty into the mix, and all hell might as well break loose. Benjamin knew what he wanted to do. Whatever amusement there'd been was shut down. With a look of hesitance, the lanky canine found himself speaking up. "I'll actually go with you Ruth to, uh — ShadowClan. Don't need to be an ambassador myself, but I'd like tag along. Might try and meet their medic. They're a big group, I bet they've got someone to patch everyone up."

Immediately he was passing a side-glance towards Scotty, a look of regret trying to creep its way into his amber and honey hued optics. Why had he even offered himself up again? While it'd been a while ago — embarrassment still found itself within him. *. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, eying Ruth with a break in his normally-steady look. He tried to distract himself by looking towards Moth, his own brows furrowing with question as she told herself that she wasn't the 'brightest'. There was some sort of puffing of his breath as he continued to look over at the feline. Before he said anything, though — she had recovered with Dusk's help, so it seemed. All he finished with with a careful, almost-uncertain nod of his entire head. Eventually, too, his optics switched over to Salemn — almost finding it ironic that the canine with an exposed skull was visiting a group called 'The Skulls'. But, still, he was almost too distracted to find that funny. It was more of some thought in the back of his head, poking him as he returned his gaze to look at Ruth, not making too much eye-contact in the process. For a while, Ben felt like finding a wall and just pressing his head against it in some sort of embarrassment, frustration — and all of the above. Truthfully though, all the medic could do was just ready himself for her reply. Scott's too, probably.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: #CFD8DC]Ambassadors... Yes, he had meant to do something like this on an earlier date but he had been far too busy to actually get started on the project. He was glad that someone else got around to it. Now it'd be easier to reach their allies, and form and share bonds. "I'd like to take up BloodClan too, if you don't mind Duskheart?" There were two to each ally, correct? Well, he was just glad that he offered himself as an second ambassador before anyone else.

[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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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px;]"I'm an ambassador for the Skulls already soooo...I'll take the other spot," stated Sera, walking over to sit down with a flick of her tail.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0; padding: 10px; font-size: 12px; color: white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; font-family: arial;]Holly approached Duskheart with a smile, her tail swishing around happily. "I'd be glad to Wilson in the Blackheart Rogues!" she piped.

[spoiler=♡ updated 10/12/16][size=8]GENERAL INFORMATION
♡ Hollowearth (nn. Holly) Darling
♡ 12 moons - ages real-time (every 12th)
♡ cisgender female - heterosexual heteroromantic
♡ NPC x NPC - generation 1 - created on 10/12/16

CLAN INFORMATION
♡ DarkClan Officer; BoneClan Member

APPEARANCE INFORMATION
♡ cinnamon calico with green eyes
— is overweight for a feral cat as a result of having claimed a specific piece of fishing territory as her own when she was the age of an apprentice
— she carries a small beaded purse with her that contains a magic wand, a chain bag of dice, and a fishing net used for catching salmon

POWER INFORMATION
♡ vampiric abilities ★★★★★
♡ super senses ★★★★★
♡ super speed ★★★★★
♡ super strength ★★★★★

PERSONALITY INFORMATION
♡ sociable - generally friendly - craves affection
♡ judgmental - empathetic - political guru
♡ conspiracy theorist - sweet - romantic
♡ artistic - temperamental - controlling

PERSONALITY (CONT.)
♡ ENFP - lawful neutral - slytherpuff - amity
♡ "Christian" but doesn't actively practice
♡ center-to-right on a political scale
♡ fiscally and governmentally conservative - socially liberal

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION
♡ single - no crushes - no "maybe" crushes
[color=#9786ff]♡ no apprentices

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: COLOR; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ms. o[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: violet; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]female -- seven years -- darkclan officer[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]"I'll be an ambassador for SeaglassClan." she offered.[/fancypost]