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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 420px;][justify][size=9pt]Robbie Rotten made his way to the border, fiddling with the golden pocketwatch that hung around his neck. It was nearly 8 o'clock! Though human time was a concept that Robbie hadn't yet fully grasped, he knew that that was late, especially in the wintertime. So, the ebony feline picked up the pace. He had to join this Windclan as soon as possible! He'd heard of a great place to find things to tinker with here, and he definitely needed that material. Robbie could only get so far with his clock, after all- there wasn't much to work with if he wanted to keep it running.
    "Ah, hello! I'm Robbie Rotten, here to join!" the feline called out, dull brown eyes searching desperately for some assistance.


    [spoiler=info — updated 12/9]GENERAL:
    ★ ROBBIE ROTTEN | ROBBIE | CIS MALE
    ★ homoromantic asexual
    ★ 9 months physically | 9 months mentally
    ★ member of windclan | hes trying his best,,, be kind to him


    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ★ he really, really likes junk food
    ★ he / him pronouns
    ★ since he feels like nobody really likes him he strives for acceptance, and tinkers with things for elaborate pranks and overall silly times
    ★ hes a sweetheart at heart, but since he wants to fit in he puts on a 'cool kid' facade
    ★ distances himself from any conversation about parents
    ★ really obsessed with tinkering and inventions


    RECENT EVENTS:
    ★ joined windclan
    ★
    ★


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ DOMESTIC FELINE [birth] | health: 100%
    — robbie is an all black domestic feline with brownish-gray eyes. he carries a golden pocketwatch around his neck.
    — major injuries: n/a
    — minor injuries: some scrapes and bruises


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ single | ½ of nothing yet
    ★ ??? x ??? | Gen. 1


    INTERACTION:
    ★ doesn't really know how to act in social situations, but tries his best
    ★ physically easy | mentally easy
    ★ if attacked, he'll attack back
    ★ attack in bold mediumslateblue
    ★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;color: #969696;]//omg I'm so done


    The canine bounded over to the feline, grinning. It had been awhile since they last greeted someone. "What's up fam!" The canine giggled, "Alright Robbie, my homie, you can join. What's with the watch by the way?" Morgan clearly looked puzzled, as he watched the ticking clock. "You don't need to know the time, when you're having so much fun!"


    [spoiler=TAGS 12/4]

    [SIZE=9pt]「 ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅꜱ! 」[/size]


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    [justify]GENERAL;
    ★ MORGAN XERSES | "MORI" | CIS GENDER FEMALE
    ★ Homosexual Homoromantic | polygamous | single
    ★ Trenchwarefare xx npc | gen one | former human
    ★ no crush | High class Dork | single
    ★ unofficial Tactician | official Demon | aspiring tactician
    ★ “Apprentice” of Windclan | Regular ranked | 10 moons
    ★ Too happy | Aloof | MALE PRONOUNS
    ★ Cheerful | based on Morgan from Fire Emblem
    ★ voice reference | human au reference | plot thread


    PHYSCIAL;
    ★ PURPLISH GRAY CANINE W GREEN EYES [ main ] | healthy
    — An average sized Australian Shepherd. Fur is short and messy, due to their wild antics. His right eye has a brand, and front paws have other brands. He no longer wears bandages because he is sick of putting them on. Eyes are a lovely shade of forest green.
    PERSONALITY;
    ★ Energetic type
    — Morgan always tries to help others, but they have a sadistic side to helping. Sometimes they find joy in teasing others, but overall they are a huge dork. Someone who tries so hard to help and be considerate towards others, even if they aren't friends. However, when someone addresses that they are female, he will get extremely upset, even though it is the truth. Deep down Morgan knows they are female, but he wants to try to act like one. Only because they seek romantic relationships with other females. Honestly, he's worried they will be disgusted with him, if they find out they're female.


    RELATIONSHIPS;
    ★ hopelessly oblivious
    ★ ¼ of the nothing yet | definitely isn’t a dragon
    ★ crushing on none | no predetermined love interest
    ★ Lost cause in love | extremely optimistic
    ★ Sadist | Also a Masochist
    ★ Always coming up with something.
    ★ adores magic | Hard to fluster | Bio
    ★ Is Victoria Chase's Niece
    ★ Adopted by Holydove "Kate" Marsh


    INTERACTION;
    ★ Hard physically, extreme mentally
    ★ will eventually obtain a Master Seal.
    ★ can powerplay nonviolent/peaceful actions
    ★ ask for injury / capture - no kill
    ★ attack in bold #F90938


    POWERS;
    Shapeshifting [ mastered ] ★★★★★
    Super senses [ discovered ] ☆☆☆☆☆
    Elemental Powers [ mastered ] [color=#F90938]☆☆☆☆☆
    soundwave manipulation [ discovered] [color=#F90938]☆    ☆☆☆☆
    Conjuration [ undiscovered ] ☆☆☆☆☆
    Spirit Communication [ undiscovered ] ☆☆☆☆☆
    Healing [ undiscovered ] ☆☆☆☆☆
    Magic [ mastered ] [color=#F90938]★★★★★
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    [align=center][SIZE=9pt][color=#F90938]「 ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇɴᴅꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ! 」    [/size]

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    Rotten? Was that a family name, or was it simply a second part to his first name? It perplexed Kate as to why someone would name their child something with the word "rotten" in it. The puppy skipped over to see of herself, tail wagging as she sat down behind Morgan. "I'm Kate Marsh. It nice to meet you, Mr. Rwotten!" she barked cheerfully, her tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth as the child panted excitedly.
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    info — updated 12/09

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸what kind of last name was rotten? dean had heard some odd names at the time but never anything like rotten. despite the unique last name, the wolfdog wasn't too concerned about the kid's intentions. they weren't putting up any red flags for him just yet and probably never would unless a demon decided to pop into their head and share their body. no, just another kid who would either have too many questions or too much energy.


    padding up besides kate, the wolfdog would look inquisitively at the ebony feline as he waits for them to reply to the others who were here before him. the joining part had been pre-established but the australian shepherd had instantly bombarded the kid with questions. the only thing he needed to do as state his own name and make sure this robbie wouldn't start stirring up anything dangerous."dean winchester."
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    info — updated 11/29

    The post was edited 1 time, last by dean ().

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 1px solid gray; width: 350px; font-size: 8pt][size=20pt]Littlepaw![/size]
    THE WORST IS YET TO COME[/fancypost]
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    She wouldn't voice this but she wondered why the other had the last name, rotten. Lit knew that would be rude of her to ask that to the joiner so she didn't bother much about it. As she approached the others, coming to a stop next to Kate she gave a friendly smile to the newcomer. "Welcome to WindClan, my name is Littlepaw it's nice to meet you!"[/color[ she greeted.


    'telepathy' ' thinking'

    info — updated 12/04


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    [color=gray][size=6pt]☪ Endeavor

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=transparent; word-spacing: 3px;text-align: justify;padding: 5px;font-family: verdana;font-size: 10px;] lacey had to agree with Kate. Rotten? Lacey was rather curious, seeing and pondering if the other's last name was due to there personality. But then again she quickly judges a book by it's cover. Waddling over the small chocolate lab would offer the other a smirk before nodding. "Yo! Got any sugar? Anyway I'm Lacey...Weclome!" After she was done with her introduction, brining along candy Lacey would pop one into her mouth, waiting for the other.


    Tags 12/10/16

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Robbie.. Rotten..?" Cherviltea found himself echoing, in a rather inquisitive manner. Though, he eventually realised that.. perhaps such a statement was rather rude. Therefore, he'd offer an apologetic expression, before proceeding to speak. "Oh, sorry! Your second name just caught me by surprise.. But, yeah," Robbie Rotten? Whomever had picked such a name for their heritage and bloodline must have been rather.. cruel. "I'm Cherviltea Xerses, by the way. It's nice to meet you, Robbie." Rotten. Robbie Rotten. There was something about that name that he just.. didn't believe he'd be forgetting, anytime soon.


    He'd also briefly note Lacey's inquiry - aureate orbs briefly shifting towards the child. "You know, if you keep eating too much sugar, Lacey, you'll get ro-" Cherviltea paused, blinking momentarily, as he noted the nature by which his dialogue would have likely proceeded: 'rotten teeth'.. Robbie rotten. "You're, uh, teeth will go bad. So don't eat too much, alright?"


    / rUSHED BUT OH MY GOD


    TAGS 07/12/2016

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 420px;][justify][size=9pt]Fam? Homie? These terms had never reached Robbie's ears before. Then again, Robbie's life before this had been pretty... secluded. Let's leave it at that.
    "Of course I need the watch!" the feline protested at Morgan's statement. "That way, I know how much time I spent having fun." Of course, the only time Robbie really spent having fun was when he was off messing with machines and other things of that sort. But still, he had countless hours under his belt of just tinkering with that stuff. It was great!
    The feline felt like he was being scrutinized under a microscope. Had he said something? Was Rotten not a traditional family name in the clans? Well, it probably wouldn't be, but... well, it was his name. He wondered if these people didn't like him already, but it seemed the opposite, right? The boy kind of... froze up. The pressure was incredibly high to do something redeeming, it felt. But what? Er... he'd have to figure something out later.
    "Um... yes, right. Nice to meet you all. And no, I don't have any sugar. I wish I did, though."
    He did happen to crave sugars all the time, as well as cake, but that wasn't important right now.
    Finally, he noticed Cherviltea pad onto the scene. The leader's words mostly just passed through one ear and out the other, besides that whole "second name" thing. Did people really not like it? Maybe he'd think to drop it sometime. But for now, Robbie, Rotten and all, stared blankly at Lacey, waiting for her response to Cherviltea's statement.


    //ninja'd :'-0


    [spoiler=info — updated 12/9][b]GENERAL:
    ★ ROBBIE ROTTEN | ROBBIE | CIS MALE
    ★ homoromantic asexual
    ★ 9 months physically | 9 months mentally
    ★ member of windclan | hes trying his best,,, be kind to him


    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ★ he really, really likes junk food
    ★ he / him pronouns
    ★ since he feels like nobody really likes him he strives for acceptance, and tinkers with things for elaborate pranks and overall silly times
    ★ hes a sweetheart at heart, but since he wants to fit in he puts on a 'cool kid' facade
    ★ distances himself from any conversation about parents
    ★ really obsessed with tinkering and inventions


    RECENT EVENTS:
    ★ joined windclan
    ★
    ★


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ DOMESTIC FELINE [birth] | health: 100%
    — robbie is an all black domestic feline with brownish-gray eyes. he carries a golden pocketwatch around his neck.
    — major injuries: n/a
    — minor injuries: some scrapes and bruises


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ single | ½ of nothing yet
    ★ ??? x ??? | Gen. 1


    INTERACTION:
    ★ doesn't really know how to act in social situations, but tries his best
    ★ physically easy | mentally easy
    ★ if attacked, he'll attack back
    ★ attack in bold mediumslateblue
    ★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions

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    His last statement seemed to pique Kate's interest, causing the small puppy to tilt her head slightly to th side. "Oooohhhh, do you like candy canesth, Mr. Rwotten? I got a lotta them at my cabin!" she asked enthusiastically, more then willing to share her stash of the minty holiday candy with the newcomer.
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    info — updated 12/10

    [size=10][font=georgia]"That's an-uh, interesting name you got there, man," Kane commented as he approached. "Robbie Rotten" seemed like a bad name a little kid would come up with when they were trying to make fun of another kid. Patrick had all of these thoughts because he wasn't aware that the joiner was, indeed, number one.