PLASTIC BEAUTY | o, joining

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=timesnewroman]What an adorable looking creature. Even if she wasn't necessarily beautiful, Anngerine was short and squishy, and the two traits came together to produce an endearing combination. A faint, vague smile lingering at the corner of her mouth, Ceryse approached, her pale fawn head slightly inclined as she looked over at the winged feline. Were those bat wings? "I certainly haven't seen you before," the Lady Hightower remarked aloud, her pale sea-green eyes quickly running over Anngerine's form. And she certainly didn't recognise the scent of WindClan.

"But this is Westeros territory," she informed the other, delicately taking a seat with her striped tail curling over her dainty white paws. "I am Lady Ceryse Hightower. May I assist you in any manner?" She assumed that Anngerine was here with some sort of purpose, given the way she had paused by the borderlines, as if waiting.
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[font=georgia]"Westeros is very happy to have you, Anngerine. Welcome." the dark-furred Lord of Snakewood padded over shortly after Oliver, a smile at the end of his snout. "I'm Fortinbras Lynderly. Do you need anything? Can I offer you an explanation of Westeros's political system and its houses?" this person was quite a character - she seemed upbeat and fond of making jokes, and that coupled with her appearance made her amusingly distinctive. Had he known about her insecurity in her own appearance he would've told her that it wasn't terribly important, that how you carried yourself and the things you did mattered more - then again, he was not wanting when it came to attractive physical qualities, so what did he know?

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Fortinbras seemed to have covered everything else about a new joining, but there was still a few smaller points to address. "Hello Miss Anngerine, welcome to Westeros," the pale feline dipped her head respectfully to the younger femme, "my name is Shavronne Bolton, would you like anything to drink first? I'm sure your journey was tiring." Producing a goblet out of thing air, she would ask, "water, wine or something else?"

//rushed ;u;;; BUT WELCOME :^))
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"What about something to eat?" Ace offered as he came over, a slight frown on his face. The joiner did look a bit starved, didn't they? Though that is to be expected with the winter weather, he supposed. "But, uh, welcome to Westeros. I'm Ace Lannister, Warden of the West."
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[font=georgia]"It is advisable to learn, but there is no hurry. You are young, and you have only just joined us. There will be time for such lectures later, once you are settled in. Besides - you will learn much from simply residing in Westeros. It is a lot to digest at first, but once you learn it, you shall be a master of it." she had denied the offers of refreshments, so he tilted his head and spoke in a kindly way. "Anngerine, why don't you return to Snakewood with me? It is the seat of my house, house Lynderly; it is smaller than most castles and keeps, and quite cozy. There's a fire and plenty of warm places to rest, or you can explore without being overwhelmed. At the moment it's just my wife and I." part of this offer was out of the goodness of his heart (or whatever ambition-hollowed husk of a heart remained clutched between his ribs) but part of it was to ensure that her first memories of Westeros were of spending time in Snakewood.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 420px;][justify][size=9pt]"Suh, dude?"
It was a greeting the wolfdog had quickly picked up from Daresso, a dear friend of his in Westeros. Being a 'hip teen' himself, Icarus carried himself over with a grin. Unlike some people, the young man had a beating heart that was full of genuine love and a childish wonder he probably should have shaken off ages ago. But nonetheless, Icarus let the Lynderly finish his speech and the wolfdog seated himself somewhere near there. He didn't want to overwhelm the joiner with more words on top of what had already been said, but he thought that giving his name was quite important. And, maybe, providing a bit of information Fortinbras might have missed.
"Name's Icarus Baratheon- nice t' meet ya. I think it's kinda important that you know there's more than just house Lynderly- 'n fact," the wolfdog continued side-eyeing the Lynderly for a second before returning his gaze to Anngerine, "there's quite a few. Targaryen is one- that's the king's house. Ceryse is part of house Hightower. I'm part of house Baratheon myself. There's a lotta politics and history between all of the houses that you can read up on if you want to, and you probably should. It's a big part of life in Westeros."
Finally, the wolfdog shut himself up. Icarus didn't want to ramble, considering Anngerine probably 1. was a bit overwhelmed and 2. didn't care. But whatever- hopefully his words would be acknowledged as well.

/ic opinions!!!

[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

[font=georgia]There a pause during which Fort both imagined what sort of screams Icarus would make if he chomped down on his tail and tried to maintain his composure while enjoying this daydream. "Very well-said." the dog agreed robustly with the head of the Baratheon house. His eyes were somber, roving from the wolfdog to Anngerine. When he spoke, his voice had a particular note of good humor to it that he did not feel in the slightest. "There are many different people, places, and organizations to meet and understand in Westeros and I represent only a small part of it. It is a delightful opportunity, even if right now it seems daunting."

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]"So many houses, so many choices. You'll see them all soon, they're all great in their own special way." Except the Arryns. Efline harbored a grudge against them. It seemed to be an empty house, or maybe not even existing currently, but at one point they had and Efline was enjoying their disappearance while she could. "Although some have interesting customs, and some have ambitions, and some are just fun and games. Depends on what you like." house Lynderly currently was seeming pretty desperate, she had to admit. Inviting everyone over wasn't a problem, but she was starting to notice unease among the other Westerosi. It was a red flag to her, the wolf sniffed the air lightly. Oh yes, it smelled of a storm. Whether that be literal or political, she would have to see.
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