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    "Anyone want to go and check on our allies? We should uh...make sure they know we're still around and kicking." Duskheart wasn't the most social of cats but he tried so hard and felt he was doing a lot better at it than he had when he first joined. DarkClan had a bad habit of losing touch with those they deemed alliances and he wanted to ensure that if his clan needed it help was readily available.
    "I made uh...I made a list here...I think we should do ambassadors too? If you want to pick a place to visit and start...acting as ambassador that'd probably be helpful. I'm going to do BoneClan. Maybe two per place to make sure someone is around at all times? I dunno..."
    It was just what he figured might be useful to be consistent at more than one meant that ally clan might not be passed up when it came down to sending invites or requesting help.



    This member is an acting ambassador to one of the DarkClan allies.
    ALLY LIST:
    the blackheart rogues - wilson + hollowearth
    bloodclan - yuuma + scott
    boneclan - duskheart + mothnose
    the brotherhood - icebreath + cherrypaw
    seaglassclan - oprah + yui
    shadowclan - scotty + ruth
    the skulls - salemn + seraphina
    the elite - bok choy + ruth



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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]"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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    "S-sure, Ruth. If you think you got it-that...that works for me." She seemed capable enough for two clans and it was true. They were lacking somewhat in that whole 'member' thing. Duskheart nodded quietly and looked down at his notebook, scribbling something into it with the pen he held in his mouth.
    As Mothnose approached he looked up sharply and frowned at her words. That was-that was a terrible thing to say!
    "N-no you're not! You're more than capable, just like Ruth is. Just like everyone is. If you want to help you can I-erm-I bet you'll do fine as an ambassador! If you want you can be BoneClan's with me? I'm not...exactly the best either but uh...w-we're sure to do fine together!"



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    //HELLA RUSHED SORRY


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    Sir? He was never called that, it made him stammer in embarrassment as he nodded, "Y-yes! You can uh...have the Skulls. I'm uh...Duskheart. Or Dusky, you can call me that too. I don't mind either." But sir was just so weird-he wasn't use to it and disliked the idea of having authority. He supposed he technically did as a lieutenant but he felt like it was undeserved. Maybe, eventually, he'd come to terms with it.


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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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    WAS WELL WORTH THE BURNING OF MINE[/fancypost]
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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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    He gave a sudden, nervous laugh as others gathered but kept himself from bolting in panic from the area. This was a GOOD thing. This kind of turnout was a positive thing-he shouldn't be upset that he was surrounded. These were clanmates. It was fine. Duskheart inhaled sharply, hoping the fresh air would quell the rising anxiety in his chest.
    "O-okay! So, Mothnose is going with me. Scotty is going with Ruth. One...one second..." He dipped his head back down to his paper, made a few more adjustments. Junkrat had wanted to help with ShadowClan as well so he didn't see the harm in it-especially since both Ruth and Scott had other clans to help focus on too. SeaglassClan and the Brotherhood needed at least one ambassador so hopefully more came along to claim either of those, otherwise he might take one as well.
    "I think...I think the leader of the Brotherhood stays in The Skulls as well. Salemn, could you probably speak to her there as well when you visit? I think her name is Selfdestruction."
    That might fix that issue. So this worked out well-he'd manage SeaglassClan too until another volunteer arose.
    "O-okay! I think we're good for now, I'm going to visit SeaglassClan until it has its own ambassador too. So I guess whenever you guys uh...have time, hit up your clans. And we'll get this ally stuff sorted out for the week."


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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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    That's right-she was! Duskheart was sure Seraphina was ambassador to a group already but just couldn't remember which one.
    "I'll mark you down then!" Head back to his paper he added another scrawled name next to the skull doodle he'd designated as the symbol for The Skulls.


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    He hadn't been an ambassador in his life, so as Bok Choy pad over to the slowly growing group, he couldn't help but be interested, especially in the clans that were named - some of them were places he'd never heard of before. "I'd like to go to the Elite too, if that's okay." He would speak, eyes blinking once as he looked over towards Duskheart - he seemed to be the one in charge of all of this, of course.
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    And that was the Elite covered 100%! Excellent!
    "Thanks Bokky, I'll put you down for it with Ruth!" He hoped the dog didn't mind the nickname since he only wanted to try being friendly and he was of the opinion nicknames ending with an 'ee' sound came across playful and nonthreatening.
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    "That I am the ill intent..."




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    [align=center]Wilson Fisk
    [size=8]I'm only a man with a candle to guide me,
    I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
    A monster, a monster,
    I've turned into a monster
    {Monster by Imagine Dragons}





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    "[color=grey]If you are still looking for ambassadors, I suppose I can be one for the Blackheart Rogues,
    " Wilson rumbled as he padded over. It would give him a chance to go visit his mother's grave, provided that after the merge with his mother's clan, the Rogues hadn't moved.




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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

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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; width:430px; margin-top: 0px;][b]"considering i'm dualling in the skulls and can confirm that the brotherhood is there, i can just take them, save extra members and some trip."