EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE BIG BIG STARS | OPEN, PERSONALITY FLIP/DISAPPEARANCE?

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]There were quite a few people Scotty wasn't exactly fond of, and while he expressed his dislikes of those handful, he knew better not to burst out at them any chance he got. As much as he would have liked to, he instead bottled those feelings unless the situation truly called for it. He found that those occurrences seemed to happen whenever he could make it so. When there were disputes and those he disliked opposed to his own opinions, then he took the opportunity to lash out at them. The meeting had been a fine example of that, especially since his arguments (and those who agreed with him) had been the majority of the group. Or at least, their views were intense enough to sway the leader into another decision. Some seemed to be extremely radical over their opinions on certain subjects, such as Oprah who displayed such anger and loathing toward Righthook. She didn't even know him, did she? Not truly. He didn't either, but he at least knew him to an extent, enough to know how awkward he was around others, and even more so now because of his actions. Both Righthook and the DarkClanners tread on egg shells around one another. To Scott, it was quite a pathetic display. For those few who didn't care, the ones who could simply spout their candor, but blunt, answers, he applauded them, including himself. It didn't take much effort for him to easily say his opinions; it was pleasant and appealing.

Upon hearing the voice call out, one that was slightly foreign to his ears, he began to follow it to its source. Montgomery took his time in finding the individual who had spoken, and once he did find her, he was a bit astonished. The female had a similar appearance to Oprah, and yet she was completely...altered. Perhaps it was the tone in her voice, or the way she had spoken so brightly and amiably, or maybe even both. "Well, er, you're a bit wacky, ain't ya?" Scotty couldn't help but inquire rhetorically and rather sarcastically. "Who are you? You ain't actin' like Oprah, not that I really mind. She's a pain in my goddamn neck," the Corporal added on with a flash of a shit-eating grin, quite satisfied with himself. He gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders before leaning back to rest on his haunches. His head cocked to the side, narrowed honey visionaries observing her silently. He permitted his nonexistent brows to furrow, and while he made it seem as though he had more to say, Scotty remained unusually silent and perplexing.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-family: Nyala; font-size: 13px;]⭐- - "This feels... extremely weird." Whirl muttered as he came up by Montgomery. Observing the other wolf with a flicker of suspicion growing in his pale eyes, the ghost made no further comment as he watched this strange version of oprah.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: silver]"You're drunk." She had to be, right? There was no way in the world that the Oprah he knew would act like this. No, not at all. So, he jumped to the most basic conclusion ever and assumed that she had gotten herself drunk. What was this nonsense that she was spitting out? Complimenting people randomly? The hell? Yuuma would approach, immensely confused as his golden luminaries fixed themselves onto the grey wolf that stood before them, saying such irritatingly cheery things that made him recoil in near disgust. It wasn't the niceness that was doing this to him, but rather that Oprah was acting this nice. "You need to sit down... I'll take you to your room. No more juice boxes for you for a while." It was funny how once upon a time, he had been reprimanded for drinking by Oprah and now he was the one doing it. Haha... it was amusing how irony worked.

[spoiler=★ — tags, updated 11/16]GENERAL:
Yuuma Bellator-Resurgam — ♂ — DarkClan Commander (Leader)
Mentally: 10,000+ yrs — Physically: 3 yrs — Spiritually Ageless
Taken — ½ Harma — Sergeant & Distinguished Service titles
Speaks fluent Japanese — Knows a little Latin
One-eyed Ghoul — Also known as Raven

PHYSICAL: [ headshot reference ] | HEALTH: 100%
His body is athletically built with slim muscles and an overall fairly light build. He stands around the height of an medium-sized dog (about 50.8cm or 20in.) and weighs about 34 pounds (18kg). The fur is thick and often found wild and unkempt and it only seems to thicken around the throat area. The fur is an inky black in color with grey undertones, and the most notable markings are the white markings on his four tails that resembles eyes. These markings are concealed with bandages, however. The eyes are an simmering liquid gold color with an narrowed white iris. Raven feathers are braided behind the right ear and two golden earrings are found on both the left and right ears.
— Major injuries: N/A
— Minor injuries: N/A
— Ailments: N/A

PERSONALITY:
[ 15% Gilbert Nightray ] [ 85% Original Character ]
— ISTJ; "the Logistician"
— Lawful Good
— Adaptable, charismatic, cold, pessimistic optimist, protective
— Stubborn, aggressive, ambitious, circumspect, genuine
— Insecure, irritable, moody, possessively obsessive
— Yuuma is usually seen as a enigmatic character who has unyielding loyalty and endless love and affection towards his clan, family, and friends. He is cautious of strangers and it often takes more than a while to become accustomed to his standoffish, over-bearing, and seemingly dominating appearance. Yuuma is sometimes portrayed as moody and irritable, though his positive traits seem to shine over these negative traits. Harbored deep within himself is an crushing anxiety over his insecurities and he desperately hides these insecurities form the public eye and often lets his negative emotions fester until it becomes too much for him to handle — his stubbornness and resistance to reach out makes him refrain from seeking proper help.

[color=#837f7f]CONFRONTATION:
Well-conditioned — Trained in swordsmanship — High difficulty
Often fights with a katana he has named Keshimasu
Has most powers — Hardly ever uses them, though he is well-trained in using them
Will start fights — Will always end fights — May show mercy
Attack in bold text or any other noticeable color
Can powerplay non-violent or peaceful actions

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