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icarus ? · Dec 12th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 420px;][justify][size=9pt]Icarus had already joined Westeros, but he needed a backup plan. If Westeros kicked him out like his father had... that would be no good. The wolfdog trotted over to the border and sniffed around a few times, drawing his cloak a bit closer to him and adjusting his golden laurel. It was incredibly cold out here, just like it had been in Westeros. Oh dear, he hoped somebody could help him out soon. It would be no good if he died out here, after all.

[spoiler=info — updated 12/12]GENERAL:
★ ICARUS | IKE | TRIGENDER
★ homoromantic homosexual
★ 24 months physically | 1000+ months spiritually
★ member of westeros and darkclan | overambitious hothead

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ he does almost anything to get to the top
★ he / they / it pronouns
★ will stop at nothing to feel the sensation of flight
★ can be manipulative, but he regrets it later
★ bpd-coded (if i misrepresent any aspect of this illness, please tell me and i'll fix it!)
★ can't remember 5 months of his life (from about 3 months before joining)

RECENT EVENTS:
★ joined westeros and darkclan
★ forgot 5 months of his life
★

PHYSICAL:
★ WOLFDOG [birth] | health: 100%
— icarus is a brownish-tan wolfdog with piercing green eyes. his fur is always well kept.
— wears a pale cloak and a golden laurel
— click here for reference
— major injuries: n/a
— minor injuries: n/a

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single | ½ of nothing yet
★ ?? x ?? | Gen. 1
★ No known siblings

INTERACTION:
★ will probably challenge u to a battle of wits (and lose)
★ physically difficult | mentally hard
★ if attacked, he'll attack back fiercely
★ attack in bold white
★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions

moth · Dec 12th 2016

Mothnose had smelled someone, someone different. She stumbled along until she saw a wolfdog, and paused. She sniffed the air a little before approaching again. "Hello... I'm.... Moth..." she said slowly, scanning the new arrival.

EZHNO · Dec 12th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: #896C9A; font-family: cambria; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; width: 375px]ᴀʟᴏɪs ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ʜᴇxᴇɴᴊᴀɢᴇʀ[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 375px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 8pt][hr][b]“Hallo, mein name is Alois.” he introduced quietly, shifting until he was stand a little ways from… Moth? He wasn’t sure who she was exactly as he hadn’t been around long enough to meet everyone but at least now he had a name for the girl. He blinked once before turning his bright blue eyes to the cloak wearing wolfdog - he could say he’d seen some odder than this fellow but he still felt like there was something strange or odd about them. However, he wasn’t going to ask anything overly personal so he simply kept his mouth shut and took a quick huff from his cigar, a different twist from his regular cigarette, and felt his lungs seize a little before they calmed down. He huffed another cloud before tilting his head and moving in to ask the next question that he was sure Moth had either forgotten or was simply… better at greeting people than Alois was, probably the latter.

“Can you tall me your name and buziness, bleaze?” his german accent was especially starting to get thick now as he asked the, what he assumed, new joiner. It seemed overly obvious what the other was doing but Alois had noticed it was protocol to ask someone their purpose and name before allowing them to continue on with their business. Alois supposed it was a good system but he wasn’t a big fan of clans in general and found a lot of this… eh, more tedious than it needed to be. The lab finally allowed himself to plop down into a sitting position, wincing slightly as his joints gave a loud pop - he hadn’t been moving around a lot and he was stiff but oh well - he rather liked getting his ass out here to interact with these strangers, reminded him of the good days with his friends.
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character information | 12/6/2016

[size=9pt]❝ʜᴇʏ, ᴏʜ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴏ?❞[/size]

RELATIONSHIPS:
⚜ single | some romantic interest | no romantic feelings.
⚜ ⅙ bffs | ½ [none]
⚜ npc x npc | Gen 1 | no apprentice/mentor.
⚜ he doesn't have any family left as they are all either dead or human in a nursing home somewhere. he had a little brother and two littler sisters when he was human but he has no idea what happened to them after he was arrested.

IMPORTANT FACTS:
⚜ alois, despite everything, still heavily believes in the existence of god. he will refuse to acknowledge anyone who claims themselves a god or an angel and will not believe them no matter what they say or do.
⚜ alois was born before the start of world war two and took part in the hitler-youth program when he turned fourteen and then served as a soldier under the nazi regime.
⚜ after finding out what the nazi party was actually doing he tried to desert but was turned in by one of his best friends. he was then arrested and served three months at auschwitz where he was tortured and traumatized as a traitor to the party; his friend was able to help him and they both escaped.
⚜ he has what could very possibly be a light stage of ptsd - he has a lot of nightterrors and often has flashbacks that will either cause severe panic attacks or will results in brutal displays of violence.
⚜ he smokes like a chimney and has a slight alcoholic problem, he's got it somewhat under control.
⚜ he and his best friends were cursed by a siren/witch when they were escaping through the countryside of war-torn germany. they made a wish to stay friends forever on accident and are now cursed to be immortal together. they were turned into animals after confronting her again and interrupting one of her newest deals.
⚜ his mother tongue is german and english is his second language. he speaks both fluently but he still has a heavy german accent when he speaks. alois can speak and understand very little hebrew.
⚜ has a tendency to use out of date slang and usually calls people "kid" or, on good days, "whippersnapper". usually for those people who think they're older than him and he's gotta remind them that he's an oldass man and is too tired for this shit.

PHYSICAL: [reference]
⚜ YELLOW LAB [main] | health: 100%
— alois is a large yellow lab, built and muscular for how old the body actually is. you see, alois's body will forever be that of an apprentice's and it will never age physically. his body may be muscular and large but it still holds that puppy-like appearance that is impossible for him to get rid of no matter how old he actually is. he has whip like marks over his back, and his stomach is covered in small scratches and scars, all of his ankles are scared like a metal cuff had been around them. alois wears a pair of dog tags around his neck with his name and the words "unser herr" which is german for "our master". he has the numbers G176943 tattooed on his upper right leg.
— major injuries: none.
— minor injuries: none.

INTERACTION:
⚜ moderate mentally | extreme physically | highly skilled.
⚜ will not start fights | will finish fights.
⚜ attack in bold #896C9A.
⚜ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

[links will go here]
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AGENT OPRAH · Dec 12th 2016

Oprah would also arrive, her brown orbs scanning the potential joiner in a small track post.

icarus ? · Dec 12th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 420px;][justify][size=9pt]"Suh, dudes? Name's Icarus, here to join," the wolfdog would explain to the both of the Darkclanners here already. Moth seemed quiet but nice, and Alois seemed... hm. Icarus couldn't place it now, but there was something that was nice about the other canine. He watched as he puffed on the cigar, and the joiner sat up a bit straighter. He didn't dislike cigarettes or cigars- in fact, he thought they were relaxing. The canine found himself suddenly itching for one to smoke, but put the urge aside. Instead, he now turned his attention to Agent Oprah, wondering who she was. But it didn't matter, he supposed. He'd meet everyone soon enough.
"What's good?"

[spoiler=info — updated 12/12]GENERAL:
★ ICARUS | IKE | TRIGENDER
★ homoromantic homosexual
★ 24 months physically | 1000+ months spiritually
★ member of westeros and darkclan | overambitious hothead

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ he does almost anything to get to the top
★ he / they / it pronouns
★ will stop at nothing to feel the sensation of flight
★ can be manipulative, but he regrets it later
★ bpd-coded (if i misrepresent any aspect of this illness, please tell me and i'll fix it!)
★ can't remember 5 months of his life (from about 3 months before joining)

RECENT EVENTS:
★ joined westeros and darkclan
★ forgot 5 months of his life
★

PHYSICAL:
★ WOLFDOG [birth] | health: 100%
— icarus is a brownish-tan wolfdog with piercing green eyes. his fur is always well kept.
— wears a pale cloak and a golden laurel
— click here for reference
— major injuries: n/a
— minor injuries: n/a

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single | ½ of nothing yet
★ ?? x ?? | Gen. 1
★ No known siblings

INTERACTION:
★ will probably challenge u to a battle of wits (and lose)
★ physically difficult | mentally hard
★ if attacked, he'll attack back fiercely
★ attack in bold white
★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions

NORTH, · Dec 12th 2016

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ICARUS? That's an interesting name to choose. A tragic one, but a name doesn't have to spell out someone's life. The serval limps closer to the group, looking over everyone else for a second to do a head count, and then he's smiling warmly at the wolfdog. He's wearing a cloak and a wreath on his head, or a laurel as he thinks it's called, which goes along the Greek theme a little too well. Or was it the Romans? North has always confused the two. "You're more than welcome on the team, Icarus. I'm North." It is a nice cloak, he has to admit. He wouldn't ever wear it himself, but that's for his own lack of style. "Nice cloak, by the way."
He doesn't know what to say to the question; is that slang for what's up, or is he asking literally what's good?
"Fuck I sound old."
"Everything's good with me."
[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 12/07][justify][color=#605d65][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of DarkClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to South (Mariya)
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily
- Based off of Agent North Dakota from RvB

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very pale blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting, a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper, can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed
- Tends to act like an older brother

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

icarus ? · Dec 12th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 420px;][justify][size=9pt]The wolfdog turned his attention to North, grinning politely. He'd never thought much about his namesake before, but his parents had been avid followers of Ancient Greek religion. He'd grown up on it himself, and sure they'd told him the story of Icarus, but he'd just... forgotten it. It had been a bit too scary at the time, considering he was only a puppy, and his namesake had, well, died in the story, but surely that couldn't mean he would die too!
As for his attire, it was another gift from his parents. He wasn't exactly sure if laurels were appropriate for a Greek upbringing, since he thought that they were more of a roman item than anything, but Icarus didn't really care. They looked cool.
"Thanks, man. I 'ppreciate it," he commented after receiving the compliment. North seemed like a good guy, but that was brownie points. Icarus gave a bit of a lopsided grin when the other stated that he was all good. Well, that was nice. The canine was hoping that'd be the case, after all. People being sad and mopey was a real downer of a time.

[spoiler=info — updated 12/12]GENERAL:
★ ICARUS | IKE | TRIGENDER
★ homoromantic homosexual
★ 24 months physically | 1000+ months spiritually
★ member of westeros and darkclan | overambitious hothead

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ he does almost anything to get to the top
★ he / they / it pronouns
★ will stop at nothing to feel the sensation of flight
★ can be manipulative, but he regrets it later
★ bpd-coded (if i misrepresent any aspect of this illness, please tell me and i'll fix it!)
★ can't remember 5 months of his life (from about 3 months before joining)

RECENT EVENTS:
★ joined westeros and darkclan
★ forgot 5 months of his life
★

PHYSICAL:
★ WOLFDOG [birth] | health: 100%
— icarus is a brownish-tan wolfdog with piercing green eyes. his fur is always well kept.
— wears a pale cloak and a golden laurel
— click here for reference
— major injuries: n/a
— minor injuries: n/a

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single | ½ of nothing yet
★ ?? x ?? | Gen. 1
★ No known siblings

INTERACTION:
★ will probably challenge u to a battle of wits (and lose)
★ physically difficult | mentally hard
★ if attacked, he'll attack back fiercely
★ attack in bold white
★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions

EZHNO · Dec 12th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: #896C9A; font-family: cambria; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; width: 375px]ᴀʟᴏɪs ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ʜᴇxᴇɴᴊᴀɢᴇʀ[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 375px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 8pt][hr][b]"the pird man, right? uh, vith the flaby vings and the zun?" that was the first thing that he had to ask, alois hadn't ever really had the chance to learn about ancient greek - it simply wasn't something they taught in his boarding school back in munich. alois had been lucky enough to learn math or english with the amount of propaganda that had been shoved down their throat since they were young. he'd learned more when he and lothar had spent time in greece during the first few years after their... first run in with the siren; before the animaly thingamabob. he didn't remember a whole lot about his trip to greece - just a lot of big buildings and a lot of pillars and the colosseum. then again his memory was shit at this point so he couldn't really say a whole lot. he really only knew that icarus was the one who flew too close to the sun, and his dad built a maze or something; then someone slept with a bull or something? ancient greece must have been weird.

like north, alois felt a little old as well - he'd heard a lot of slang before but most of it had been within his circle of friends and most of theirs was... well, outdated. fuck he'd been born in the 30s, killer-diller was still a word in his vocabulary. this fellow's words and slurring and cropping of words was simply - strange. he kept his inner turmoil to a minimal and simply dropped his cigar and stomped on it to put it out as icarus asked another question. "efferything is kood? i... ja." his voice softening at the end as north really finished the sentence - more or less - for him. "i'm sdill nev myzelf but if you need help i'm alvays around here zomevere." alright, that was about as much as he could offer to this situation... probably. ignoring the burning in his paw from the cigar he'd put out earlier he sat back and decided to simply watch the rest of however this went.
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character information | 12/6/2016

[size=9pt]❝ʜᴇʏ, ᴏʜ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴏ?❞[/size]

RELATIONSHIPS:
⚜ single | some romantic interest | no romantic feelings.
⚜ ⅙ bffs | ½ [none]
⚜ npc x npc | Gen 1 | no apprentice/mentor.
⚜ he doesn't have any family left as they are all either dead or human in a nursing home somewhere. he had a little brother and two littler sisters when he was human but he has no idea what happened to them after he was arrested.

IMPORTANT FACTS:
⚜ alois, despite everything, still heavily believes in the existence of god. he will refuse to acknowledge anyone who claims themselves a god or an angel and will not believe them no matter what they say or do.
⚜ alois was born before the start of world war two and took part in the hitler-youth program when he turned fourteen and then served as a soldier under the nazi regime.
⚜ after finding out what the nazi party was actually doing he tried to desert but was turned in by one of his best friends. he was then arrested and served three months at auschwitz where he was tortured and traumatized as a traitor to the party; his friend was able to help him and they both escaped.
⚜ he has what could very possibly be a light stage of ptsd - he has a lot of nightterrors and often has flashbacks that will either cause severe panic attacks or will results in brutal displays of violence.
⚜ he smokes like a chimney and has a slight alcoholic problem, he's got it somewhat under control.
⚜ he and his best friends were cursed by a siren/witch when they were escaping through the countryside of war-torn germany. they made a wish to stay friends forever on accident and are now cursed to be immortal together. they were turned into animals after confronting her again and interrupting one of her newest deals.
⚜ his mother tongue is german and english is his second language. he speaks both fluently but he still has a heavy german accent when he speaks. alois can speak and understand very little hebrew.
⚜ has a tendency to use out of date slang and usually calls people "kid" or, on good days, "whippersnapper". usually for those people who think they're older than him and he's gotta remind them that he's an oldass man and is too tired for this shit.

PHYSICAL: [reference]
⚜ YELLOW LAB [main] | health: 100%
— alois is a large yellow lab, built and muscular for how old the body actually is. you see, alois's body will forever be that of an apprentice's and it will never age physically. his body may be muscular and large but it still holds that puppy-like appearance that is impossible for him to get rid of no matter how old he actually is. he has whip like marks over his back, and his stomach is covered in small scratches and scars, all of his ankles are scared like a metal cuff had been around them. alois wears a pair of dog tags around his neck with his name and the words "unser herr" which is german for "our master". he has the numbers G176943 tattooed on his upper right leg.
— major injuries: none.
— minor injuries: none.

INTERACTION:
⚜ moderate mentally | extreme physically | highly skilled.
⚜ will not start fights | will finish fights.
⚜ attack in bold #896C9A.
⚜ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

[links will go here]
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[size=9pt]❝ʜᴇʏ, ᴏʜ, ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴢᴇʀᴏs.❞[/size]

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TRENCHWARFARE · Dec 12th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][color=#969696]Bouncing over to the group, I'd settle myself down beside North, only because I could and wanted to. Blinking curiously at the joiner, I would offer him a slight wave of my paws, mismatched orbs intent upon him. He... he was sure to be a curious one, I figured, considering he wore a cloak like me. But I wore mine to keep my many secrets, not for fashion. "Sup? I'm Trenchwarfare, or just Trey."

info — updated 11/5