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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]The young fox was on the border, her nose stuck in a book as she read happily. She had been sitting alone, waiting for a patrol to come discover her, but she had just missed the last one, so she was still waiting. It wasn't a bad thing though, as she was still able to enjoy her Harry Potter novel. Pushing her glasses up on her nose, she would flip another page and hum to herself.


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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 8pt; MARGIN-TOP: -5PX;]—— quiet was his approach, tight-lipped disposition ever present upon his features. he was well aware there were multitudes of joiners each day - though, really, it seemed to be a rather.. strenuous task. accepting foreigners was something he'd have never thought himself to do during the life he'd lived in the past; it was a small thing, but irritatingly repetitive. his ears craned forward once stepping into the newcomers line of sight, gunmetal luminaries fixated on her, scanning for any sign of threat. only once he was certain there was none, the direwolf would allow his shoulders to relax in the slightest, although maintaining his schooled expression,"name and business." jumin spoke, voice low and steady.


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    [SIZE=13pt]「 ᴏʜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ 」[/size]


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    [justify]GENERAL;
    JUMIN "JAECEON" HAN | "JAE" | CISGENDER MALE
    goes by jaeceon for security reasons only | multilingual
    demisexual grey-biromantic | monogamous | uninterested
    npc xx npc | generation one | former human executive ceo
    member of riverclan | 2 years physically | 28 years mentally
    domineering | untrusting | high-key obsessed with felines
    wine mom | highly based on jumin from mystic messenger
    voice reference | human au reference | plot thread


    PHYSICAL;
    DARK BROWN/BLACK DIRE WOLF [ main ] | healthy
    standing at roughly six feet, massive is a term just hardly sufficient enough to describe this man's stature. he weights in the upper portion of six hundred pounds, although most of the bulk consists of lean muscle and thick bones than body fat. jumin's base color, his heavy undercoat, is a stark-black onyx, covered by a much thinner, yet not sparse overcoat of deep chocolate brown. thus resulting in a color that resembles brass - the copperish color only able to be seen when in direct sunlight. it is clear his pelt had been taken well care of; pampered, even. it is long and slightly wavy, and silken to the touch. his facial features are sharp and handsomely proportionate, with a narrow snout and almond-shaped silver eyes - perhaps the most notable of his features. the swirls of charcoal are tempestuous in anger, though storms are certainly a rare occurrence. a swath of charcoal, submersed in skyscape visions he'd yet to dismiss. his eyes appear eerily striking, almost uncaring, a keen gunmetal under ordinary circumstances. his neck is slender, swooping down into a broad chest and shoulders, along a spine that slopes downwards just slightly and into a tail that curls near the brown-black tip. he may often be found wearing a silken tie, usually white to starkly contrast against the darkness of his coat.


    PERSONALITY;
    the executive |
    it is not possible to truly pin down this man's personality - as it is a colorful and elaborate structure he does his best not to reveal. jumin is quiet and ever-serious, and mature far past his age. despite this, he can often be found spouting off slang and fawning over felines like the fanatic he is. jumin views situations objectively, often to a fault, and tends to want others to end up like him. a workaholic with complete disregard for others opinions on him or how he goes about his life. the lupine tends to stay away from any sort of relationship, opting to keep things strictly professional between his peers - and may sometimes show a particular coldness towards females due to his fathers promiscuous behavior [ with multiple women, all of whom insisted she was his stepmother ] during his childhood. however, since he has lived life rather luxuriously, he tends to get agitated when others do not listen to him, regardless of their position. overall, jumin harbours a sea of many a deep-rooted doubt and underlying terror that he keeps tightly guarded within the steely confinements of his mind ( typically that of loneliness, being taken for granted, and abandonment ; this fear is accentuated in the hollow left behind by his mother, and the constant fear of being valued only by his wealth, status and material possessions ) with sadness being a prominent thread that ties it all together.


    RELATIONSHIPS;
    emotionally guarded |
    ½ of n/a | does not make friends / best friends very easily
    no crush | no maybe crush | no predetermined love interest
    can be extremely possessive | honestly needs to chill
    cannot express emotion correctly | tends to avoid relationships
    controlling | does not blush easily | rules of engagement


    POWERS;
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    super strength | ✮✮✮✩✩
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    super speed | ✮✮✩✩✩
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    conjuration | ✮✮✮✮✩
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    silver blood / tears
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    smells of cinnamon and coffee beans


    INTERACTION;
    [color=#212125]✥
    moderate physically, extreme mentally
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    tends to avoid physical violence, but will engage if threatened
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    can powerplay nonviolent/peaceful actions, though he may not like it
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    ask for injury. capture available with plot - pm to discuss
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    attack in [color=#191919]bold #212125



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    [align=center][SIZE=13pt][color=#212125]「 ᴄʜᴀꜱɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ. 」
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]A stranger, whom Emma obviously didn't know approached her. The female closed her book gently, smiling at the male shyly. "My name is Emma and I am here to join RiverClan," she said, curling her fluffy tail around her paws as she waited for his response.


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  • [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 360px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: broadway;]the female padded over just in time to hear that the creature on the border happened to go by the name emma. not to mention they were here to join, which also made her happy. strange gaze landing on the rather fluffy fox (who seemed even fluffier than a regular fox), the lifeguard would hum softly to herself. "so you're here to join? do you need anything? a tour maybe?" unknownpup would ask calmly, her voice showing question as her tail gave a single wag.





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  • [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]He made his way to the border soon after Unknownpup, his large paws crushing both leaves and twigs as he walked. "Welcome to RiverClan, Emma," the leopard greeted. It was easy to tell that the young creature was a fox, but the extra fluff around her neck gave him lion-like vibes. "I'm Palmer."


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    Ryūsaki would come sauntering over slowly, stumbling every once in a while as he approached before he placed himself beside one of his clanmates. Nose twitching faintly, fictive eyebrows furrowing slightly, the black and tan Shiba Inu would try to offer their newcomer a smile though it came off rather shy since he wasn't exactly sure where Emma was at. He had resolved to angling his head towards the ground, where he'd shuffle his paws anxiously. "H-Hi, I'm erm... I'm Ryūsaki Ikurusaba. We-Welcome to RiverClan, I'm an Lifeguard." Ryūsaki stammered, his ears flicking forward before they rotated backwards against his cranium as he winced and sighed, trying to find other words to go about talking to the newcomer. "I, uhm... I hope you l-like it here in R-R-RiverClan."


    [spoiler=★ — TAGS, UPDATED 11/26]GENERAL:
    Ryūsaki Ikurusaba — ♂ — Homosexual — Lifeguard of RiverClan
    Is currently staying in the Cartel — Ran away from RiverClan
    Mentally: 19 mo — Physically: 19 mo — Born November 1st
    Single — ½ Ryoffee, ½ Ryūllux — Pearl Title — Blind Ghoul


    PHYSICAL: [ Reference ] | HEALTH: 67%
    An black and tan Shiba Inu with misty blue eyes that have no pupils and short, thick, and usually ruffled but tidy fur. The tan appears on his cheeks, some parts of his throat, his chest, underbelly, the insides of his legs, and the majority of his tail. Across his face and the bridge of his nose are small dots that closely resemble freckles. A silver chain can be usually found dangling around Ryuu's neck and they have a small baby deer charm on it. He is often found wearing a pink and red sweater over a collared white shirt that has its sleeves rolled up to his elbow.
    — Major injuries: Multiple broken ribs, large strip of flesh missing from cheek, throat, shoulders, and back
    — Minor injuries: General bruising and scratches
    — Ailments: Blind, paranoia


    PERSONALITY:
    — ADVOCATE; INFJ
    — BENEFACTOR; NEUTRAL GOOD
    — Creative, fair, focused, usually friendly, gentle, decisive, methodical
    — Cute, quiet, ruined, silently suffering, reluctant, submissive, private
    — Becoming distant; aloof, mistrusting, indifferent, paranoid, stubborn
    — Ryūsaki has become noticeably quiet, often refraining from speaking aloud whenever it is not required of him and is often seen contemplating or thinking. He shows distant indifference and despite the uninterested, preoccupied expression he usually adorns upon his features, he is immensely paranoid and mistrusting towards those around him and believes they only want to beat him down and make him suffer physically and mentally. Ryūsaki suffers silently though, and makes no outward complaints towards anybody about his conditions and opts to just keep his troubles bottled up inside of him and is reluctant to let anyone know about his troubles and inner turmoils. Ryūsaki is still kind and gentle, as this is the front he needs to put forward in order to stop people from further inquiring about him. He is more focused than he has been originally, preferring to think things out rather than act on emotion like had had been prior to his personality shift.


    [color=#B4CDCD]CONFRONTATION:
    Poorly skilled in combat — Prefers not to fight — Easy difficulty
    When cornered or angry, overall difficulty ascends to extreme difficulty — Will become more noticeably aggressive and hostile
    Has powers — Tries not to use them often
    Won't start fights — Won't always end fights — May show mercy
    Attack in bold text or in any other noticeable color
    Can powerplay non-violent or peaceful actions

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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Her gaze turned to Unknownpup and she became thoughtful. A tour would be wonderful, plus, then she could get a feel for the RiverClan territory. "If it's alright with you, could you take me on a tour?" she asked, pushing up her glasses awkwardly. Emma would then look at Palmer, trying her best to give him a nice smile. "Hello, it's nice to meet you," she responded. He seemed fairly nice. Perhaps she would talk to him later when she got settled in. Lastly, she looked at Ryūsaki. "It's nice to meet you and thank you for the welcome," she said to the stuttering lifeguard, giving him a geniune smile.


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    the boy would pad over and sit beside unknownpup, grinning rather brightly at the joiner. he would then stand, nearly tripping over his violet scarf and cock his head to the left in content. it appeared that Riverclan's population was growing, which was a good thing. plus he liked meeting new people. thus, violet hues would close happily as he offered his greeting.




    "oriander, pleasure to meet you!"
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 360px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: broadway;]"sure i can, why else would i offer to?" unknownpup would laugh softly, her tail giving a wag as her gaze blinked. alright, so now she had a tour to give. and at the moment, she was trying to decide just where to start it. but then, it all depended where the other happened to be at the time of the start as well.


    ;;do you want it to be a private thread tour?





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  • Octoberkit bounced forward with a mouse dangling from his jaws. He'd intended to consume the tasty food, but he realized that this person might prefer it. Not to mention he was always fetching food and water for newcomers, so he didn't really mind giving it up. Padding forward, he flicked his tail and placed the prey down at Emma's paws. "Hello, welcome to RiverClan! You can have this if you're hungry," he purred softly. "My name is Octoberkit. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] Patchworkpup stumbled in next, a little off-kilter from running as fast as she could and tripping on a twig a little ways back. She'd heard everyone talking and smelled an unfamiliar scent, so she knew it had to be someone she hadn't met yet!. Bursting through the crowd and shaking her snowy pelt to fluff it a bit more, she stopped next to her brother. "Hiya! I'm Patcworkpup! Nice to meet ya!" She wagged her bushy tail viciously and stared up at the fox. "You're a fox, right? I'm half-fox. My mom is a fox and my dad is a wolfdog. Since we both have fox in us, that means we must be destined to be friends! Isn't that cool?" She tilted her head to the side as she finished, breathing hard from her little outburst. It stinks that she doesn't have that much air, or she could've kept going for a lot longer.


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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Emma glanced at Oriander, smiling back at him warmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said, shuffling her paws over her book as she tried to make herself more comfortable. She then looked back at Unknownpup, happy that she had offered the tour. "Thanks," she responded, stuttering happily. Emma shrunk back as Octoberkit dropped a mouse before her paws. "Oh. Uhm... Thank you," she said, pulling it closer to her with a small cough. Emma would wave a paw at Patchworkpup, grinning at her. "I bet we will be friends," she said to the other child, happy to see someone so excited to befriend her.


    //@sil: sure a private tour would be nice! c:


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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]Reading was common to the eyes of Delilah. She had seen many books in the short time she had been alive. Nine months to be exact. She had written a few herself. Well, written in some notebooks for medicine stuff. It was nothing special, really. The ivory she-wolf twitched her tall, snow colored ears as she stood next to Patchworkpup. She smiled to Caroline's daughter before looking to Emma. She admired the little pup's enthusiasm in friendship. It was something Delilah shared with the pink colored vixen.


    "Hi, Emma. My name is Delilah. Want company on that tour?" She was offering herself to attend. It'd be fun if she, Emma, and Unknownpup got to bond together.


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