SO YOU WANNA BE HARDCORE || open, bonding activity

-- Midnight · Nov 19th 2016

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Growing up, she'd been taught to get to where she needed to be either on time or early, and do what she had to as soon as she could so there would be more time to play.
No one said anything about her abiding by those words. And by golly, was she late on so many things. Perhaps this also counted as a game? But this had been her idea, originally, and she was anxious to finally have everything finished. She had yet to do the weekly task Seafoam had assigned her ages ago, mostly because she needed to get into the habit of studying herbs more often. She kept forgetting whatever she was learning, whoops.
After multiple folds and multiple sheets of paper, the kitsune sat up and sighed, pushing out her chest until she heard her back cracking. Ooh, that felt good. Rubbing her eyes, she'd survey the area she'd set up, which was in a relatively open area. The seats were cushions accompanied by blankets for the evening chill, and since it was mid-afternoon, lanterns sat beside each cushion, with whatever pencils and pens she could find. Paper airplanes and flat pieces of paper alike were placed in front of the cushions.
Pressing her front paws together lightly, she called, "Does anyone wanna do an activity-" She scrunched her nose. Activity was an accurate word, but she didn't like to use it in this instance. "-or a game? To get to know each other?"
She'd explain everything later.

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info — updated 10/30/16

FABIAN A.H · Nov 19th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: silver]"Ooh, me!" Faust wanted to play a game, or do an activity, it didn't matter so long as he was getting to do something fun! The skinny blonde lupine had practically ran his way over with a smile on his face, cerise eyes bright as he flopped himself down in front of the individual whom he hadn't the chance of meeting yet, his tail waggling fast behind himself. "I wanna do that activity, game thingy you were talking about. I can play, right?" Sure, Faust was only staying to see if he could find his brother, but he wanted to enjoy himself simultaneously with these kind people as well, too. He tipped his head downwards towards all of the stuff that had been set out around Midnightpaw, his brows furrowing just slightly. Ohh, were they going to do something that required drawing or writing? He was bad with both, since his paws were a bit too big and he sucked at drawing things, but he'd definitely try if this was what the activity was about1

[spoiler=★ — tags, updated 11/19]GENERAL:
Faust Xerses Harbringer — AKA Mockingbird — ♂ — ColouredClan Apprentice
Mentally: 10 mo — Physically: 10 mo — Spiritually 5 yrs
Single, scared to mingle — ½ of [relationship] — No titles
Reincarnation of Cambyses Harbringer — Knows nothing of previous life

MISC. FACTS:
— Literally has every single scarf color of the rainbow, though the most popular choice is the dark grey and red one he commonly wears.
— He has an "demon" residing within him that only he knows about and only comes out during times of excessive distress or when overall health falls below fifty percent. The "demon" is named A.F, though it is unclear what the letters abbreviate.
— Faust is falsely diagnosed to have schizophrenia and dissociative personality disorder.

PHYSICAL: | HEALTH: 100% | Timber Wolf [ PRIMARY ] | REF
An average sized, skinny-looking timber wolf whose main fur base is an soft cream color with slightly darker spots that go along the muzzle and under his eyes, similar to that of freckles. The fur is of medium-length and growing thicker to prepare for the colder season, and is often found ruffled though relatively clean. Due to wearing contacts, his eyes appear to be an unnaturally bright red color though his actual eye color is an icy blue and an pale green. Faust is often found with an large dark grey and red scarf wrapped around his neck, and is randomly at times seen with an blue flower crown on his head.
— Major injuries: N/A
— Minor injuries: N/A
— Ailments: N/A

PERSONALITY:
— ENTERTAINER; ESFP
— FREE SPIRIT; CHAOTIC NEUTRAL
— Cheeky, happy-go-lucky, energetic, wild, has no filter
— "Fresh", private, lowkey suffering, easygoing, ambitious
— Paranoid, lies through his teeth, insecure, clingy, soft-hearted
— ALT. PERSONA: Manipulative, childish, murderous, arrogant
— An rather carefree and spirited individual overall, Faust is an cheery and happy-go-lucky person who is an easygoing and pretty chilled out and is in general amusing to be around when one is feeling down. He seemingly has ceaseless amounts of energy, and it's often exaggerated that Faust must drink at least several energy drinks a day in order to be the way he is. Faust's boundless amounts of energy and his cheeky nature go hand in hand when it comes to him having actual conversations, though they can cause a bit of trouble for him. He is unable to take some things seriously and sometimes misses important social ques, being rather ignorant (or just oblivious) to the atmosphere or his surroundings. However, when something is obviously wrong, he'll keep his runny mouth shut. Faust, despite looking like an easy-to-read book, is actual quite secretive despite the entertaining personality he pursues. He doesn't like lying, but he has to for the simple reason of keeping a dark secret inside of him and he can do it pretty well if he does say so himself.

[color=#FFDAB9]CONFRONTATION:
Well-conditioned — Moderately trained — Medium difficulty
Fights with the aid of the demon inside of him, A.F
No powers — Most are currently locked
Won't start fights — Tries to end fights — May show mercy
Attack in bold text or any other noticeable color
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Cassius · Nov 19th 2016

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[i]‘THINKING’

(REFLECTING)

You'd think Cassius padded up to add something to the conversation , but you'd be wrong. He'd never been a fan of social games, mostly because social games themselves meant he had to offer more insight on who he was as a person. He wasn't all to fond of who he'd manage to become as a s person. To be frank, he hatted it. Of course, he was sure he wasn't the only one.

What had he'd become of course, was a lazy bastard who rolled over and exposed his belly to a life of clansmenship, simply because he was too lazy to provide for himself most of the time. He had this sneaking suspicion that he'd starve if he didn't have a job to keep him going every day. He'd starve because he simply let himself do so.

Not now though. He was healthy now. He padded towards Midnightpaw and Faust. You'd think he came here to participate. He stopped walking and took a seat across from the two of them. He did. But then he paused, shuffled his paws a bit as if fidgeting in the midst of his anxiety. (His anxiety was a beautifully kept secret. No one could tell the poker faced cowboy in shades had it.) “Naw.” he finally said in his thick drawl, starting to pad off.

In summary, he'd padded up to the event when they offered to let people join, he said no and walked away. What a stud. He was truly the man.

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aleksandr d. x. m. s. · Nov 19th 2016

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TAGS - updated 11/03

fruitbasketxerxes · Nov 19th 2016

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Fruit cooed, approaching the scene. She flicked out her tongue, seeing who was here. Midnight, someone she didn't know, Cassius, and... that little cub thing she'd met once? It had been a long, long time. "I would love to play!" Nothing better than getting to know people, right? Plus, a game or two couldn't hurt the snake's current mood, which all in all wasn't too grand.[/fancypost]
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Frightfur Seraphim M. ! · Nov 21st 2016

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Bonding activities weren't his thing. He never said the right thing when explaining himself (you'd think there was no wrong thing to say as long as you were being yourself, but when you were Frightfur Seraphim, perhaps it was time to get a seperate identity). Cassius had a bright, wonderful idea of simply denying everything and walking away and he watched the ruddy canine leave with a jealous smile. Aww, that guy...

He took a deep breath. Midnightpaw was a friend and Fruit was a little angel and he couldn't possibly have them judge him too harshly should he slip up. Besides, he really needed, desperately needed, to do something besides sleep. "Me! I'll play..." he finally said.

character tags/info — updated 11/17

Dead Chat · Nov 21st 2016

Sunlitkit had been strolling along when she heard the noises coming from her Clan mates. 'Game'. 'Bonding'."Ga...Gae...Game?" It was another unfamiliar word, but it was preceded and followed by a word she knew well. "Play! I play! I play!" The kitten bounced around until she was right next to Frightfur, grinning from ear to ear a she waited for something to be explained. "What ga...gaeme?"

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Twistedkit loved games! Especially if it had to do with reading and writing, which he was in the process of learning. The kit padded over to rest beside his father, excited for a chance to show off his penmanship. Flipping over the plane in front of him onto his side and grabbed a pencil in his paws. He bit his tongue, thinking of what he could write. After an idea had come to him, the munchkin sat down, placed one of his hind paws carefully of the airplane in order to hold it steady before putting the pencil to the paper. Too bad he hadn't practiced his handwriting as much as he could've. But, he wasn't going to ask for help now, especially when he had made it look like he knew what he was doing. Twisted would just have to try his best. He scribbled a few sloppy letters onto the side of his plane. When he had finished, he set the pencil down and looked up at those seated around him. "Ready!" he mewed.
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Perma · Nov 21st 2016

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^{[abbr=Characters able to see auras might become temporarily blinded by Permafrost's radiance. They also may experience extreme nausea, migraines, and nosebleeds. Permafrost's aura shows a fragment of his 'true self' - including thousands of blue eyes staring through a reflection of 'broken glass' that contains the majority of his aura. **None of the side effects of Permafrost's self is powerplayed by me, this is simply here to give more people interaction options.**]^[♦][/abbr] [abbr=God, High Seraph, Immortal, All free powers, master of elemental abilities]^{[basic info]}[/abbr] [abbr=all opinions of this character are ic. permafrost is a jerk, and always will be a jerk.]^[opinions][/abbr] [abbr=Main: Angelihund -- others include giganotosaurus carolini, mutant hippogriff, serval, smilodon, dragon, cat, and other common species.]^[bodies][/abbr] [abbr=Mate to none, Sire to plenty, Interested in no one, Doesn't care about anyone's rank, ever, Apathetic and sarcastic - nothing 'offensive' this character says or does reflects the thoughts of the roleplayer]^[notes][/abbr] [abbr=Characters able to sense auras may get overwhelmed by his presence. Such overwhelming symptoms could include puking, migraines, nosebleeds, and chest pain. **None of the side effects of Permafrost's self is powerplayed by me, this is simply here to give more people interaction options.**][sup][♦]}

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[spoiler=info - updated 11/19][justify][sup]BASICS:
Permafrost - Male ♂ - Heterosexual
ColouredClan - Bodyguard - 43 Moons

PREVIOUS ALIASES:
○ Halcyon, Boreas, Mort Blanche \ White Death

APPEARANCE:
○ Angelihund [ REF ] ( Current )
- - - - -
○ Massive albino Giganotosaurus [ REF ]
○ Mutated hippogriff with 15 eyes [ REF ]
○ Winged albino serval. [ REF ]
○ Massive western dragon. [ REF ]

PHYSICAL HEALTH:
○ [100%] No injuries.

MENTAL HEALTH:
○ [70%] Unstable.

PREVIOUS RANKS:
○ ColouredClan Bodyguard (current.)
○ ColouredClan Warder
○ BloodClan 2nd Tier
○ ColouredClan Leader
○ SunClan Leader
○ SunClan Deputy
○ SunClan Silverblood

RELATIONSHIPS:
○ mate to - rapunzel \ raziel (mia)
○ mentor to - none.
○ father to - way too many.
○ best friends are - ...

INTERACTION:
○ Physically Legendary
○ Mentally Legendary
○ Attack in BOLD CYAN
○ Can powerplay peaceful and non violent interactions.

POWERS:
○ All known powers.
○ Elemental, can control all elements.
○ Illusionist
○ Seraphim

OTHER:
○ PLOTTING THREAD
○ Voice claim is ALGALON.
○ Face Claim is [size=6pt]MISHA COLLINS \ JENSEN ACKLES [/size]