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SHERLOCK HOLMES ? · Nov 27th 2016

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The young canine had a home. Had being the key word. In his last home he had kind of...sort of....caught some things on fire by accidentally knocking over a torch and completely ruined a party. So, he really didn't want to face the consequences of being the clumsy dog he was. So, he ran away. In a ball of tears, of course. He never meant any harm but he destroyed a party that had lots of great food he could have eaten. But the main reason he was crying in the first place was because he was scared. Well, he was scared of a lot but this time he was scared...like really scared. The crying canine high-tailed it into shadowclan. He knew where he was, and that was about it.

He then slowed down, before finally plopping his butt down, the emotional canine sniffling. He raised his paws and pulled his paws over in shame. He curled himself into a smaller ball, and attempted to disappear, the husky pup trying to control his breathing from his run.

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SANGO · Nov 27th 2016

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➤ Sango also used have a home before finding ShadowClan. BlackHaven and the Exiles, but neither of the two sat quite right with her. But now, she was as happy as could be in ShadowClan. She felt like she truly belonged, like her entire purpose was to find this place and protect it's inhabitants. The hellhound honestly couldn't imagine living anywhere else.

Coming upon the balled up husky pup, the dark canine would raise a fictional brow. "Hello?" SHe'd lean down in an attempt to seem a bit less threatening than she did standing at her full height, glowing orbs focused on the child. "Are you alright?" He very obviously wasn't alright, but she figured she should ask anyways.

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updated 11/13/16

PHYSICAL |
• [CURRENT] Dark blue/black hellhound with icy blue eyes and a thin, whip-like tail. Has a more 'ghostly' appearance, with dark mist seeming to coat body at all times, mostly visible when moving. When emotionally stressed or angered, mist will be replaced with icy blue flames. Larger than average ears, slender muzzle, thin and long legs. Her mouth, eyes, saliva, blood, insides of ears, and paw pads always glow a light blue unless in critical condition.
-- • reference
-- • accessories: Two silver earrings on left ear

INJURIES |
• Inability to shape shift
• Stab wounds
• Bruising along spinal cord

POWERS |
• Fire Elemental
-- • Mastered
-- • Fueled by rage or strong emotions, light, pastel icy blue in color
• Shape shifting
-- • Intermediate
-- • Body that has been vacated will be incredibly vulnerable
• Earth Elemental
-- • Novice
-- • Most attacks will fail when using this power
• Electricity Elemental
-- • Amateur
-- • Drains energy when used, light blue in color
• Ice Elemental
-- • Intermediate
-- • Prone to fatigue afterwards
• Conjuration
-- • mastered
-- • No known side effects
• Molecule manipulation
-- • Mastered
-- • No known side effects

CURRENT EVENTS |
• Reaping and devouring souls to regain strength
• Telepathic bond has reopened with CircusClown/Breadstick
• Paranoid that CircusClown/Breadstick can hear everything she does

RELATIONSHIPS |
• NPC x NPC (1st Generation)
• ½ of Sangbel
• Developing crush on raspbel preserves
• Adopted mother to Rudy and Frenchvanilla
• Biological mother to Aleksander and Kiipcha
• Head of the Kagamine family

CONFRONTATION |
• Physically extreme | Mentally hard
• Attack in #CAE2FC or risk being ignored
• Power-playing peaceful gestures is okay, but may be met with violence
• Likes to tease opponents, rarely engaging until she's finished taunting

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SHERLOCK HOLMES ? · Nov 27th 2016

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While he did technically enjoy being around others, in this condition, he really didn't want to be bothered by people he didn't know. But he had just technically waltzed onto shadowclan territory to curl in a ball and try to stop crying so....obviously someone was going to show up. Wait a minute. He was here to...join, right. Yeah, so why in the world would he...? uhg. He needed to get himself together.

Seeing a small glow, he lifted a paw above his bloodshot eyes and gave a small sniffle. She seemed...nice enough. He flushed with embarrassment, and quickly jumped to his paws, placing a fake smile and taking a shaky breath. "hi-uh......hi! Me? oh, yeah I'm-uh......" he paused, glancing to the ground, 'a freaking chicken that can't take responsibility for his actions?' he cringed inwardly at the truth, before piping up and continuing "I'm fine....just got into a little......trouble." there....that was...good enough right? He felt his bottom lip quaver slightly and he let his eyes drag to the ground a moment. 'c'mon dan-man. people skills! this is what you're good at!' he hesitated a bit more.

He raised a paw and tapped a claw to his chin, before suddenly extending it for a handshake a wide, friendly grin on his maw. "Let's forget that happened. Hi. I'm Danny!" he introduce. Ok. Yes. Forget. He would forget what just happened. He was quite good at that. "Who-slash-how are you?" the canine would question.

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RADIOACTIVE · Nov 27th 2016

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Lucien V.A.J. · Nov 28th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][color=#969696]Lucien's home was with Frightfur, and that was that. He didn't need to have a clan, to call his own, he just needed him. Absentmindedly, the feline would stop beside Radio, and peer curiously at the puppy. He looked bad, didn't he? "Hello, I'm Lucien! I can give you a hug, if you want, to make you feel better!" Although it was weird, to use first person, he felt it right in this situation.

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IBISPAW. · Nov 28th 2016

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Of course, she naturally assumed that he was here for one thing and for one thing only: to join. What else would he be here for? If it were for political business, he would have said it already. Or not, actually, thinking about it, she didn't know. Though, goodness, the increase in joiners was certainly helping in maintaining Caligula's spirits. It meant that ShadowClan was growing in strength...maybe it meant they could fight to keep their own territory, rather than letting it kill their members off one by one, savagely assaulting them at unexpected times. Danny, had she heard correct? "Hello" the young she-wolf smiled lightly, sauntering over to stand next to her mentor. "My name is Caligula, but feel free to call me Cali if you wish. Are you interested in joining ShadowClan, sir?"

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HYACINTH ? · Nov 29th 2016

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Hyacinth never liked crying. It was associated with depression, sadness, panic, anxiety, a lack of breath, all of that curled into one outburst that let her drained and tired. So, when she laid her pallid, sea-blue eyes on the sobbing canine, they glimmered with a sparkle that mixed a sympathetic nature with one that realized exactly what he was going through. The slim, downy-furred feline approached on petite paws, her medium-length fur billowing off her frame like the waving fronds of a willow tree as she settled among her clanmates. The mute cat dropped down a piece of bark, searching for something to say. She was socially-inept, shy, and embarrassed, but she knew what she would want someone to say to her when she was sad, like hanging the subject or offering things to do or give. On the plate of wood, Hyacinth scrawled words with her claws, before quickly showing it to the husky. "I think your wings are pretty." the slab read, the words matched with a small smile and a heated, blushing face, simply from socializing in the first place.

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