FLEXIBILITY LOVE AND TRUST | O, JOINING

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][size=8]Good morning me!


    Wowie, Harley really joined a lot of Clans. But she could never find one that she liked enough to stay. She was definetly gonna go visit the Westeros soon though. Was Diana still there? Was she well? Was her mom back? Questions rolled through the young female's head as she approached the BlizzardClan border on light, quick paws, humming to herself. What a beutiful day! Perfect joining weather. Wait, was that even a thing? Well it was now.


    Did you sleep well?


    Harley quickened her pace as she neared the border, before breaking into a brisk run. Just as she reached the border, she slammed her paws into the dirt and skidded to a stop. Wow, her paws were tingling and burning. Sweet! Panting, Harley turned to examine the area. Oooo, this place was lit. Perfect! It would suit her needs just fine then. This time, the grin on Harley's face was for real, not those fake ones she usually pulled to make people happy.


    Did you wake up feeling good?


    With a small sigh of happiness, Harley sat down, her tail stretched out behind her. This was great! She wondered who was here. Maybe she would see people she knew? Probably not, but there was always a chance! Anything was possible!....right? Well, it was time to properly join. "Holla! Name's Harley Quinn Targaryen, here to join yer....clan!" That sounded about right. Cool! Now it was time to wait, but Harley was fine with that. Someone would show up sooner or later. Who could ignore her?
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    [spoiler= ✨ — updated 11/22][size=8]GENERAL:
    HARLEY "QUINN" TARGARYEN | FEMALE
    Bisexual Biromantic | Single, no crush | ½ ---
    ?? x ?? | Generation 1 | Adopted by Elyse Targaryen
    12 months | Ages real time on the 3rd or to roleplayer's discretion
    Former member of Westeros, ShadowClan && ColouredClan
    Member of xxx


    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    Favorite color is purple
    Mentally insane, has trouble connecting to reality
    Has a hard time making friends
    Speaks in "white"
    Cannot read and write very well
    Loosely based off of Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad
    3rd ref drawn by me!!


    PHYSICAL:
    DOMESTIC FELINE [main/birth] | health: 95%
    Harley is an average sized domestic feline with a medium-length tail and legs. Her limbs are slender, making her a quick runner and allowing her to squeeze into tight spaces. She is also very flexible, which lets her do these things. Her unkempt fur is quite long, and is a shade of dark grey. It is usually tangled and just a mess. She has pointed ears and dull amber eyes. These eyes always look distant and wild, and almost never focused.


    The reason Harley's appearance is so unappealing is because she has numerous scars all over her body. These scars look quite fresh, and are a peach color, as fur can never grow back there. Most of them are quite deep, except the ones on her legs and tail. Her ears have mysterious burn scars on them, which look newer than the rest of her scars. The insides of the burn holes are still red, and are just recovering from infection. But the most noticeable of all of her scars are the ones on her face. Next to her lips are two scars that seem to make Harley smile, even if she is frowning. These make her extremely self-conscious, and because of this she never looks at her reflection in puddles or in mirrors.
    [i]click for: ref 1, ref 2, ref 3
    [i]current injuries: N/A


    PERSONALITY:
    Fearless, thief, liar, loyal, angry, secretive, skeptical, moody, cheerful
    This girl has many peculiar traits that let her stand out among a crowd.


    To start, Harley is mostly fearless. She isn't afraid to fight, even if it means risking her life. Another trait is that she is a master thief. She is actually a former criminal and can steal things easily, and is a talented escape artist. She is a liar, but doesn't lie to her clanmates or the people she cares about. She's very loyal to her clans and would do anything to protect them.


    Harley is a huge fan of pranks and jokes. Any chance she gets she either cracks a joke or tries to prank a friend for laughs. Speaking of which, Harley is very optimistic and loves to smile and laugh. She does this to get her mind off of her scars and overall ugliness. She is very moody and skeptical of strangers unless they have good intentions. And even though Harley is friendly, she has a hard time making friends. Most people are afraid of her, as her smile is creepy and her laugh is chilling.


    INTERACTION:
    Hard physically | Medium Mentally
    Owns a bat and a gun, which she uses in battle
    Conjuration | Shapeshifting
    Attack in bold #CEA6CE
    All opinions IC

  • [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]The sound of someone skidding to an abrupt halt nearby, had been what had tugged her ashen orbs immediately from her current path, shifting her gaze towards Harley, as she opted to introduce herself. Tama would weave her way over, shortly after, whilst they were speaking, finally arriving with a vibrant smile and an airy nod. "Welcome to the clan then, Harley!" Harley Quinn Targaryen. Targaryen was a Westeros-born name, or at least, such was what Tama knew the alias as. It was a house, wasn't it? Perhaps, Alysanne would know or recognise the other, then? Though, she supposed that she doubted that everyone would automatically know everyone, over there - that, and she didn't know for sure as to whether they had ties to the place, or not. "Ah, Tama Xerses, by the way! Is there anything that Tama could do to help you get settled in?"


  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]I WANNA KNOW THE ANSWERS, NO MORE LIES[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]The way the other skidded to a halt reminded the deputy of the way he rushed about and halted so suddenly; the simillarities made him chuckle a bit as he raced over, coming to an equally skidding halt beside Tama. He tiltd his head and let a crooked grin lace his maw, a slight sparkle lighting in his topaz luminaries as he looked upon the other- ah, she looked uqite... interesting, didn't she? He had a feeling they might get along, though... he couldn't be sure yet. "HEY!" he chimed, vociferously as per usual. "I'm Barry Palmer! It's nice to meet you, Harley!"


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    "En-Enigmaticsoul... welcome," The starry serval murmured upon padding over to stand next to Tama and Barry. Joiners were always good... they were very important to the clan. Without new joiners, Blizzardclan's population would dwindle. They'd become weak. But, he didn't need to worry about that just now.


    Upon examining Harley; he noticed how many scars she had. What... What on earth had happened to her? Once he realized he was sort of staring, the deputy quickly refocused his gaze upon the ground. Scars could mean she had been beaten up in life... or... she was a very violent sort of person who enjoyed battles. Or maybe she did it to protect someone? Her family? Group? Time would tell what kind of person she was, he supposed.


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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Yes, Alysanne recognised Harley. However she didn't know the younger Targaryen very well - her half-grand-niece by adoption - as she had only just met her when Harley had returned to Westeros to seek out her adoptive-sister Diana Targaryen and adoptive-mother Elysaerys Targaryen. Following after Enigmaticsoul, she remained standing beside the starry-pelted wildcat, her pale lilac eyes resting on the newest member of BlizzardClan. "Welcome to the clan, Harley. In case you've forgotten our previous encounter, I'm Alysanne Targaryen." She offered the girl a faint, polite smile.
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    Myself 10 years from now; it's so far away and almost impossible to imagine!


    It seemed like her call was heard! Harley's amber gaze almost immediatly looked in Tama's direction, her smile slowly spreading wider. "Hi Tama! You talk funny!" Hopefully that wasn't an insult, but when did Harley ever care about who she was insulting? "Nah, I'm good but thanks," she said cheerfully, before turning to the next person who appeared, Barry. "Nice to meet you too!" Wow, BlizzardClan seemed really cool.


    Am I alone, or is there a wonderful person next to me?


    And why was this...Enigmaticsoul so quiet and nervous? She was just a kid. Eh, might as well be happy and welcoming. "Thanks!" She turned to look at him, narrowing an eye. He seemed to be examining her. Probably checking out the scars. The girl jumped up and struck a funny pose, turning to him again. "Like whatcha see?" she asked jokingly, laughing before standing normally again to see the last person who showed up. OOH! Another Targaryen! Sweet! "We must be related or soemthing! Nice to meet you!"


    Wow, Harley was glad she woke up this morning to do this.
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    [spoiler= ✨ — updated 11/22][size=8]GENERAL:
    HARLEY "QUINN" TARGARYEN | FEMALE
    Bisexual Biromantic | Single, no crush | ½ ---
    ?? x ?? | Generation 1 | Adopted by Elyse Targaryen
    12 months | Ages real time on the 3rd or to roleplayer's discretion
    Former member of Westeros, ShadowClan && ColouredClan
    Member of xxx


    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    Favorite color is purple
    Mentally insane, has trouble connecting to reality
    Has a hard time making friends
    Speaks in "white"
    Cannot read and write very well
    Loosely based off of Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad
    3rd ref drawn by me!!


    PHYSICAL:
    DOMESTIC FELINE [main/birth] | health: 95%
    Harley is an average sized domestic feline with a medium-length tail and legs. Her limbs are slender, making her a quick runner and allowing her to squeeze into tight spaces. She is also very flexible, which lets her do these things. Her unkempt fur is quite long, and is a shade of dark grey. It is usually tangled and just a mess. She has pointed ears and dull amber eyes. These eyes always look distant and wild, and almost never focused.


    The reason Harley's appearance is so unappealing is because she has numerous scars all over her body. These scars look quite fresh, and are a peach color, as fur can never grow back there. Most of them are quite deep, except the ones on her legs and tail. Her ears have mysterious burn scars on them, which look newer than the rest of her scars. The insides of the burn holes are still red, and are just recovering from infection. But the most noticeable of all of her scars are the ones on her face. Next to her lips are two scars that seem to make Harley smile, even if she is frowning. These make her extremely self-conscious, and because of this she never looks at her reflection in puddles or in mirrors.
    [i]click for: ref 1, ref 2, ref 3
    [i]current injuries: N/A


    PERSONALITY:
    Fearless, thief, liar, loyal, angry, secretive, skeptical, moody, cheerful
    This girl has many peculiar traits that let her stand out among a crowd.


    To start, Harley is mostly fearless. She isn't afraid to fight, even if it means risking her life. Another trait is that she is a master thief. She is actually a former criminal and can steal things easily, and is a talented escape artist. She is a liar, but doesn't lie to her clanmates or the people she cares about. She's very loyal to her clans and would do anything to protect them.


    Harley is a huge fan of pranks and jokes. Any chance she gets she either cracks a joke or tries to prank a friend for laughs. Speaking of which, Harley is very optimistic and loves to smile and laugh. She does this to get her mind off of her scars and overall ugliness. She is very moody and skeptical of strangers unless they have good intentions. And even though Harley is friendly, she has a hard time making friends. Most people are afraid of her, as her smile is creepy and her laugh is chilling.


    INTERACTION:
    Hard physically | Medium Mentally
    Owns a bat and a gun, which she uses in battle
    Conjuration | Shapeshifting
    Attack in bold #CEA6CE
    All opinions IC

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    [justify]Landon[/fancypost]
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    //welcome to Blizzardclan!\\
    Landon, like tama, heard the commotion and came over based on that. He bounced over, the winged husky grinning and tail wagging. A joiner, how nice! He was pretty new as well so....perhaps...they could figure it out together? She seemed nice enough. Energetic, too. He liked energy. Mainly because he had so much of it himself.


    "Hiya there I'm Landon!" the half-angel would chime with a toothy grin, "You said your name was Harley? That's pretty cool." he'd compliment, giving himself a proud wiggle of his shoulders for complimenting someone. "Do you need anything?" he'd offer with a small tilt of his head.



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    Like what you see...?


    Matty found himself blushing madly out of embarrassment, and he quickly stuttered, "E-Er... u-um... a-are you ex-experienced in battle?" What an awful question... unfortunately that's the first thing that popped up into the vampire's mind. He continued to shuffle his paws awkwardly, not sure what to do with this situation, until he heard Landon speak. Breathing a sigh of relief, grateful that Matty probably wouldn't have to say much more, the colourful serval waited to see how Harley would respond to the other male's question.


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