TALK BIG TALK / ★ / O; VISITOR

[abbr=Always smells like flowers and herbs. Characters able to to see auras might be temporarily blinded due to her odd, broken radiance. When viewed, her aura is best described as the emptiness of space, or a vast tar pit in which a person can see their own reflection. (None of this is powerplayed by me, this is just here to give players more interaction with Caroline.)]^[✿][/abbr] [abbr=Glitch, woman of thorns, the end and beginning, the darkness]^{[basic info]}[/abbr] ^[opinions] [abbr=Main: Fox -- serval, deer others unknown and undiscovered.]^[bodies][/abbr] [abbr=Usually sweet and friendly, overbearing at times, talks too much or too little. - all free powers, few discovered - nothing 'offensive' this character says or does reflects the thoughts of the roleplayer]^[notes][/abbr] [abbr=Characters able to sense auras may get overwhelmed by her presence. Symptoms include blinding migraines and numbness to the mouth and\or tongue. Most common is nosebleeds, headaches, and chest pain. (None of this is powerplayed by me, this is just here to give players more interaction with Caroline.)]^[✿][/abbr][/fancypost]
[align=center][spoiler=info - updated 12/11][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 420px;][font=trebuchet ms]BASICS:
✿. Caroline [nn. Caro]
✿. 16 Moons Physically | Older than creation mentally
✿. cis. ♀ | heterosexual
— also known as; isabelle, amara

RECENT EVENTS:
✿. Joined HawkClan
✿. Suffering from schizoaffective disorder.
✿. Powers will lash out when provoked or agitated, have a chance of hurting the person that provoked her.

ALLEGIANCE INFO:
✿. WindClan Member, HawkClan Member [current]
— formerly. RiverClan Medic, RadicalClan Medic, WindClan Apprentice

APPEARANCE:
✿. Gaunt black masked fox with faded spotting and a pink tinted body. ref
— Wears a silver link necklace with a glowing blue pendant.
— Will offensively wield either a sharpened donkey's jaw fashioned as a blade or a steel dagger inscribed with runes.
— Sometimes seen with a wicker basket she uses to carry herbs.

PERSONA: [=] [=] [=] [=]
✿. ISFJ-T
— blunt - boorish - sarcastic - impulsive
— humble - affable - observant - meticulous

NOTABLE POWERS:
✿. all known powers
✿. elemental powers [87%]
— water [====-]
— earth [===--]
— fire [====-]
— air [=====]
— ice [===--]
— lightning [=====]
✿. soundwave \ light&dark \ & molecule manip. [100%]
— soundwave manip [=====]
— molecule manip [=====]
— light&dark manip [=====]
✿. teleportation ☑ ☑ ☑
✿. conjuration ☑ ☑ ☑
✿. telekinesis ☑ ☑ ☑

RELATIONSHIPS:
✿. taken, dating Samuel
— former mates include; .....
✿. Caleb Norwood x Discord | G2
✿. mother to Nymph, Oriander, Lavender & Patchworkpup x
✿. mentor to no one

INTERACTION:
✿. attack in bold grey
— ask permission for capture, killing, and injuring
— legendary mentally | hard physically
— allowed to powerplay peaceful & nonviolent interactions
— will not start fights, will finish fights
— will respond to provocation with defense
— call 'pinky' at your own peril

[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4]"Perseus?" He looks.. better. Not the snivelling wretch he was before, anyway, someone annoying and fiery but still blatantly damaged. There's a bit less of that vulnerability, or that.. weakness, whatever it was that Batpup spied beforehand, which makes him marginally easier to deal with. The boy doesn't really do well with neediness and emotion, never has done, and whenever people seem steadier, more confident, the confused furrow of his brow smooths (until they inevitably swing the other way, and then split off, either becoming too-harsh or too-touchy; Megaera's the latter, but he likes her. There's a difference between appreciated contact and plain rudeness), and it becomes less irritating for him to have to put up with their presences. Perseus wasn't ever aggravating, but Bat always assumed he'd find his home and then forget about HawkClan. In hindsight, reflecting on what he can remember, that's a stupid thing to think, but what does he know about the way people behave when they aren't constantly battling, tooth and nail, for a taste of glory? "What are you doing here?" He'd not heard the first part of the boy's speech, only his greeting to Caroline, so is left to stare, eyes slightly squinted, caught between suspicion and almost earnest curiosity. Regardless of his expression, though, his pelt responds, flaring a vibrant gold and dimming to a paler (but still very obvious) state after a few moments.
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[spoiler=*・°☆ clean out your wounds with dirty fingers | updated 12/17]
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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4]Being malleable is a good thing, though, sometimes. Bat isn't sure what he is; at times, he can seem so inflexible that the only way to "bend him out of shape" is to shatter him completely, melt the uneven fragments and maybe start again, but that'll leave something unsalvageable, a mess of a creature that can't exactly stand up on its own. For Bat to have his mind changed on small things is an arduous task of its own — for him to have his moral compass shifted is even more so, and then for new ideas, it's probably best to just beat him until he repeats it, not really believing what comes out of his mouth but saying it because it's all he knows. Vulnerability has never come easily, though. He doesn't seem to enjoy it, doesn't seem to like opening up (training, but even then, he's in denial about that, as proud of it as he can be). Being a killer backfires, sometimes.

The boy shrugs, swallowing in a way that makes his throat click. He doesn't look nearly as hostile as he could do — just.. calm. "I changed." It's not much of an answer, but it's the truth. He shifted forms, and there was nothing he'd been able to do about it. Not that he's too angry, now — learning to be a lion is relatively easy, even if he misses parts of his canine self. "I am?" Bat looks down at himself, at the pale flare of gold. "I am." So that's why his midsection feels warm. Maybe. "I don't know why, though." Is it connected to something? He seems to turn different colours in different situations, but.. he's yet to connect the puzzle pieces. "Oh. Hello, then." Is this what friends do? He scuffs his paws, sitting back and furrowing his brow. "Did you find who you were looking for?"
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[spoiler=*・°☆ clean out your wounds with dirty fingers | updated 12/17]
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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4]Trained not to flinch when the glass finally cracks beneath probing paws, Batpup often thinks that empathy is both admirable and stupid. It's not that he doesn't feel bad, or unhappy, but that he finds it hard to express that, so often seems as insensitive as the best of them. He's not, not really, and that emotional well of his is practically boundless, but it's closed off with a thin film that he can't seem to breach, what with all his force. Strength in that sense, it seems, is not something he has an abundance of, and he's left to stare at possibilities from behind a sheen that seems so laughably permeable, and yet deflects any attempts to chip through without so much as a dint to show for all his effort. It seems he's destined to that impassive disgust instead, but he's so used to that fate that it isn't one that shakes him like it would some other children — like Perseus. Not that he wants the other boy to stop frowning at the prospect of permanent disdain (he doesn't want him to end up like himself, unable to produce a steady light of his own), but their differences are almost palpable. Didn't somebody once say that opposites attract, though? Much like a star around a black hole, something about poles is fascinating.

"I don't know." How he doesn't sound frustrated is beyond him, but Bat manages to quell the confusion, swallowing it much like a lump that could've manifested in his throat. Whether it was subconsciously intentional, or fate, or some random chance, he doesn't know, but it's reality, now, and he doesn't know how to reverse it, so instead of being something familiar, he's having to readjust. "You do?" Like it, he means. It's unexpected, because people don't often say things like that to him (if at all, and fireflies?), and it's enough for the gold to brighten, flushing further and chasing the charcoal to slivers of his form, now. It's difficult for even him to ignore, and he looks back at himself, clearing his throat. It doesn't dim until Perseus ceases smiling, and when it does, the change leaves him feeling cold and hollow. "You'll find him. He can't've gone far." A small scoff, but it's not aimed at Perc. He stares at his paws for a moment, before lifting his chin with a shrug. "A lot of them are. You can stay for a while and talk to them, if you want."
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[spoiler=*・°☆ clean out your wounds with dirty fingers | updated 12/17]
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