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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 120%][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;][/fancypost] "Stupid f#cking wings! Can't even do your f#cking job?!"


    Oh, look. Alfred was swearing, and angry. Angry swearing. What else was new?


    To be fair, however, he had a reason. Well, he had a few reasons. To sum it all up, he was banged up, bruised up, scraped up, and felt sore as hell. Why? He'd tried to fly for the first time in awhile, just in case he had to get away from another kidnapper or some sh!t, or in case he needed to get somewhere fast. You just never knew these days, and he was pretty down on his luck when it came to life. In case no one ever noticed, he got beat up a lot. Captured, tortured, beaten down, fought with, slapped, the sh!t was endless. He was a living punching bag, and yet, also did a lot of punching. What a life.


    Standing up from where he had so ungracefully crash landed, staring Tony dead in the eyes as the horse simply watched him, Alfred roughly brushed a leaf off his shoulder and one off his face. He muttered a few more swears under his breath and went straight for trying again, crouching down and shooting his wings out with a low growl.


    Attempt #2 was a little more successful, and he was able to stay in the air for a lot longer than the first time, although he decided to be stupid and intentionally crash through a twisted mess of branches. Of course, he went crashing into the ground, hitting his side pretty damn hard and just sliding across the rough ground, leaving a long dirt trail on the forest floor.


    So he was strong enough to get through the branches, not fast enough to keep going. Noted. He'd have to go at it again to build that up. For now, however, he was just going to wince and shout profanities at nothing.


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    "I am Damiano Muzikant," he mewed. But in all honesty, the angel most likely knew him already. Who didn't know who the great Damiano Muzikant Sixx Puppeteer Norwood was? Even if he wasn't a high position, he saw himself as a star in his clan. He was the King of the singles, after all. Damiano picked up one of Alfred's ebony feathers and twirled it in his paw. "By the way, what are you using such foul language for? I don't think it'll help your situation if you just curse at your wings." It seemed as though most of the commoners' vocabulary were tainted with profanity.
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    [spoiler=♢ — updated 11/14][size=7pt]general. [biography] [thread hub]
    ♢ damiano muzikant sixx puppeteer norwood | dami [dah-me] | cismale
    ♢ 8 months | 8 months mentally/spiritually | ages real time
    ♢ bisexual autoromantic | he/him pronouns
    ♢ colouredclan apprentice | no titles


    important facts/events.
    ♢ hates getting dirty
    ♢ goes crazy without his mirror
    ♢ has athazagoraphobia
    ♢ loosely based off of seiya kanie, yū otosaka, & karamatsu
    ♢ recently became interested in painting


    physical. [reference]
    ★ DOMESTIC FELINE [birth & main] | health: 100%
    — ivory turkish angora with a pair of intense, fuchsia eyes. his pelt is long and well groomed, while his body is well built. he is a bit undersized as he is shorter than most males. growing out of his back, are a pair of crimson red butterfly wings.
    ♢ wears a golden crown adorned with a single red ruby
    ♢ carries a burgundy satchel holding his hand mirror
    [injuries] n/a


    relationships. [heart chart]
    ♢ single | crushing on himself
    ♢ ½ of ______
    ♢ yuri muzikant x npc
    ♢ mentor: yuri muzikant


    personality.
    ♢ narcissistic | sarcastic | childish | pompous | stubborn
    ♢ blunt | rigorous | insensitive | ambitious | competitive
    ♢ impatient | pessimistic | dramatic | insecure | neat | dense
    ♢ envious | selfish | emotional | prideful | devoted | overconfident


    powers.
    ♢ conjuration [discovered]
    ♢ teleportation [discovered]
    ♢ shapeshifting [undiscovered]


    interaction/confrontation.
    ♢ closed to capture, torture, and death
    ♢ easy mentally | medium physically
    ♢ attack in bold #7a96ea or risk being ignored
    ♢ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions
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    Okay, so maybe there was some sarcasm in there. But considering he had seen how the male had spoken to others, if even that, he should be glad enough to get a smile out of the guy. Not to mention he seemed to have something going for him, you know? He was actually intelligent and held himself up right. Those were good traits to have.


    [color=#3a9ddd]"Damiano. Indeed, I do know of you. Name's Alfred. One of the warders in the clan, though I think most forget I'm within the ranks." The last bit held a hint of subtle joking, though there was much more truth to that statement. Was he bitter? No. He knew he had to make himself known. Whether it was good or infamous. [color=#3a9ddd]"You're Yuri's son, correct? I bet your father is proud to have such a promising son." Was he lying? For once, no. He meant that as a genuine compliment. Like mentioned, he liked the kid. And he pissed off most of the clan, and that was always a good thing to him.


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    Oh...oh. “Nice landing, doll.” He said, rather expressionlessly. He wasn't sure if saying '10/10' was pushing it or not, so he didn't say it. Instead he turned his cherry red gaze to the side, looking over at something or someone else. When he saw it was...uh....




    Uh...(He narrowed his eyes at Damiano from behind his shades.) Diamond. Right? Diamond Muzikant. That was their name, he was pretty sure.“...Howdy Dia.” Thats where the nickname came from. He usually had a really good memory, but having a photgraphic memory wasn't no good when you where high all the time. Things managed to slip his mind while he got his dopamine fix.




    Anyways, Cassius padded towards Alfred. He nuzzled the white dog a little bit,pressing his nose into their fur.There wasn't a reason for this, he was just enjoying the softness of their fur. Picking up his head a bit, he looked at their wings for a moment. “S' somethin' wrong with them?” He finally decided to say, removing himself from their fur and looking at the wings from behind his shades, checking them for visual injury quickly.




    He didn't see anything. Then again, he didn't touch their wings none. He legitimately just looked at them from a distance. Then they said somethin' about swearin'. Cass snorted but said nothin', turning his gaze to Alfred and picking the thick ass country drawl to say: 'Don't you go a'swearin' round children none, Al.' Then he learned something new. Damiano was Yuri's son. Oh joy. He didn't like children much.




    He wondered how Yuri even raised a child. Did he just...stare in a mirror and praise himself, and thats how Dia learned how to talk? Did he make food for himself and Dia found it on the counter? Did he practice the confidant strut and thats how the kid learned how t' walk? He was just...brainstorming here. Heck, Yuri was a better dad then he'd be. Who was he t' judge.




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    [color=#3a9ddd]"But uh, it's looking good. I can at least stay off the ground for a bit." Progress. As Cassius nuzzled his way into his fur, Alfred just wagged his tail and watched them inspect his wings. Now this time there was nothing to worry about. While his fur was a slight bit dirty, and he had some scrapes and bruises, that was the extent of the damage. Nothing too bad...this time.


    It was funny when he realized he had two totally different people on either side of him at the moment, awkward country boy and the little prince. Two people he actually didn't dislike. Again, something told him he should dislike the kid anyway, probably because of that ego. But hey, a little bit of ego never killed anyone. If you did it right, it gave you some ambition.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][color=#969696]"Alfred's causing trouble again," he would absentmindedly hum along, almost in a singsong voice. It was rare, to have moments of consciousness like this, and not feel sad. Sometimes it happened, and sometimes it did not. Regardless, he'd regard his friend (he still called him that, and he hadn't caught that mistake yet, either) through amused blue-gold eyes.


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    [color=#3a9ddd]"And hey, someone's gotta do it."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][color=#969696]He would cross his paws defiantly, and give Alfred the look. You know, the one that a parent gives their kid when they're disappointed in them? Yeah, that one, except it was an amused version of that one. He knew exactly what Alfred was talking about, considering he use to do the same exact thing. "Too good at it," he would agree with a grumble, cheeks inflating as he thought. "Like me, except I was just a d'ck back then. You're a funny troublemaker."


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    Cassius frowned a little bit when they mentioned Jester, adjusting his shades and chewing the inside of his cheek as he looked off into the distance, at nothing in particular. A passing squirrel as if it would prove to be Jester, and he'd need to chase them off. Floppy ears where perked slightly. He only looked away when the animal darted from the bushes and he got a look at it. Thats when he turned his attention back to Alfred and Lucien, awkwardly loitering around them while they talked. He had no social skills, he didn't know where to cut in.




    He didn't look at Damiano , mostly because his gaze was on Lucien. He didn't know them very well at all. He'd never talked to them much he didn't think. “Ye.” No social skills activated. He was responding to their comment on trouble-making. He responded with a one liner, nodding his head quietly and adjusting his shades. Country boy was trying his best to be social, you couldn't blame him could you? He looked over at Alfred slightly, just when he finished talking. Thats when he found his voice again to say something else.




    “You ain't lookin' real aerodynamic. You sure you can fly, Al?” He'd see them glide and crash but he'd..never actually seen them fly. Scientifically he didn't think it was possible. Of course, that didn't mean he'd doubt them. They seemed to think they could ,and with those wings he couldn't blame them. He'd never been able to see them, now he could. He could see the ebony feathers, and he could remember the warmth of them when he snuggled against them. He didn't say any of this. He remained poker faced and looked over at Lucien. “Pardner, you ain't sound uh....like a dick, pardner.”

    He tried to be social, but frankly he wasn't the best at it.

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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: linear-gradient(#7a96ea, #7a96ea, #a0b4f0); height: 100px; width: 400px; padding: 0px; border: 10px solid white; text-align: center; font-size: 18pt; color: white;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; width: 400px; height: 18px; padding-top: 42px; padding-bottom: 42px; text-align: center; margin: auto;]DAMIANO MUZIKANT[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 395px; border-left: 6px solid white; border-right: 6px solid white; padding: 7px; margin: auto; border-bottom: 2px solid white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 15px; background: linear-gradient(#a0b4f0, #a0b4f0, white); min-height: 100px; color: black]Damiano nodded his head. As long as he understood, the child was content. It was rare to see a Colouredclanner that actually took his words seriously and with respect. He had to say, out of all of the clanmates he had met, this Alfred guy might have been one of his favorites so far. The only thing he didn't like about the ivory-furred canine was the fact that he cursed, but that could have been easily fixed. Flicking an ear, he chuckled at Alfred's second remark. "Oh nonsense," He waved a paw as if to dismiss the subject. The fallen angel was a pretty humble guy, wasn't he? If it were him in Alfred's place, then he would have bragged about his rank to everyone in the clan. "Only a fool wouldn't remember a creature with such an important position in the clan," Though, this was a bit hypocritical of him to say, considering he had only learned the male's name today. It was regretful that he hadn't met the bespectacled shepherd earlier.


    I bet your father is proud to have such a promising son. The narcissist smirked after he heard Alfred's compliment. He puffed up his chest in a prideful manner. "Why thank you," he purred. He already knew how wonderful he was, yet it was still nice to be complimented by someone. Not many of his clanmates did this for him and it was quite frustrating. He blinked his fuchsia luminaries as he turned to face Cassius. The youth rose a metaphorical brow at what the canine had addressed him as. Dia. Damiano frowned. Oh gosh, he hated nicknames. Didn't this commoner know what the great son of Yuri's name was? Damiano wasn't even close to being shortened to Dia. What did Dia even stand for? He cleared his throat and held back from saying anything unnecessary. "Um, no. My name is Damiano, not Dia." He scanned the red blackblood, staring at him as if he were from a different planet. "And you are?"
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    [spoiler=♢ — updated 11/14][size=7pt]general. [biography] [thread hub]
    ♢ damiano muzikant sixx puppeteer norwood | dami [dah-me] | cismale
    ♢ 8 months | 8 months mentally/spiritually | ages real time
    ♢ bisexual autoromantic | he/him pronouns
    ♢ colouredclan apprentice | no titles


    important facts/events.
    ♢ hates getting dirty
    ♢ goes crazy without his mirror
    ♢ has athazagoraphobia
    ♢ loosely based off of seiya kanie, yū otosaka, & karamatsu
    ♢ recently became interested in painting


    physical. [reference]
    ★ DOMESTIC FELINE [birth & main] | health: 100%
    — ivory turkish angora with a pair of intense, fuchsia eyes. his pelt is long and well groomed, while his body is well built. he is a bit undersized as he is shorter than most males. growing out of his back, are a pair of crimson red butterfly wings.
    ♢ wears a golden crown adorned with a single red ruby
    ♢ carries a burgundy satchel holding his hand mirror
    [injuries] n/a


    relationships. [heart chart]
    ♢ single | crushing on himself
    ♢ ½ of ______
    ♢ yuri muzikant x npc
    ♢ mentor: yuri muzikant


    personality.
    ♢ narcissistic | sarcastic | childish | pompous | stubborn
    ♢ blunt | rigorous | insensitive | ambitious | competitive
    ♢ impatient | pessimistic | dramatic | insecure | neat | dense
    ♢ envious | selfish | emotional | prideful | devoted | overconfident


    powers.
    ♢ conjuration [discovered]
    ♢ teleportation [discovered]
    ♢ shapeshifting [undiscovered]


    interaction/confrontation.
    ♢ closed to capture, torture, and death
    ♢ easy mentally | medium physically
    ♢ attack in bold #7a96ea or risk being ignored
    ♢ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions
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