THIS WORLD MAKES YOU CRAZY && OPEN

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]YOUR BODY'S A MACHINE AND YOU RUN ON GASOLINE[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]Lio was just... confused. She'd only just joined, yet people seemed uncomfortable around her, for whatever reason, and... it wasn't fair. She couldn't take being avoided, being snapped at or just looked at in that pitying way, as if she had died or something. Sure, she couldn't remember anything, but... surely, people weren't bullying her for that? She liked to stay optimistic, generally, but... she just wanted answers. When she climbed upon the rock, she seemed... irked. Not angry, just... irritated, and her lavender eyes were stormy and disturbed. "Look... I want answers, now." The she-cat's voice was stern, and her bandaged paws let daisies sprouting beneath her paws. "Why do so many of you seem... uncomfortable around me? What is it? Why are s-some of you annoyed, cold, distant, or c-contemplative when you look at me? I'm just... wondering."


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    " im cold to everyone " the wolf grumbled as she went over, Kachina looked at Dandelionchain with a look that was never friendly but that was her natural look, " maybe they look at you because they dont know you " she sat down as she spoke, she wasnt sure why she was even stepping in here, why would she? despite this here she was

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    Negan could relate to this statement a lot, though for a completely different reason obviously. He wasn't the best of people, a man with a horrible violent past and he looked frightening-- but despite this, he had promised not only himself but the clan he would not lay a single paw on anyone here. He liked living here too much to give up the home he'd made here, and whether the brute would admit it or not, he actually grew attached to some of the people living here (which Negan did not like since growing attached to people was a huge mistake in his opinion). But people looked at him like a monster, and understandably so, so he didn't actually... have a lot of people to stay here for. Lio however, was new and looked very sweet and gentle, so he couldn't actually understand why people treated her so coldly (which was the case because Negan never met Daisysteps and didn't know about that whole ordeal). He offered what could only be described as Negan's best attempt at a sympathetic gaze to Lio. "Can't say I know why they look at you like that. Sorry, sweetheart. If anyone gives you * and upsets you, let me know, alright? I'll make sure they leave you alone."


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    info — updated 12/13

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    [justify][size=8]"It's your eyes," he stated bluntly. Greypaw had tried his best to avoid her so far, and now that he was actually conversing with her, he had no intentions of being gentle. The last time he'd been gentle to anyone, his heart or brain or whatever it was had gotten pretty fucked up. Lio had clearly noticed peoples' feelings towards her. She was just too similar to Daisysteps, and it killed him. It wasn't fair. Was this the Drowned God sending her here to punish him, to torture him? "Your eyes are the same color as...as someone we lost recently. And those daisies? She treaded daisies too. People are uncomfortable because you're too similar to her. You're reminding everyone of Daisysteps and how she's gone." Was he being harsh? Definitely. Did he care? Unfortunately not. He was hurting and he had no time to spare any feelings.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= #ffe6ff; border:double 3px #df9fdf; overflow: auto; width: 210px; height: 248px; margin-top: 7px;]Mina slinked up behind Greypaw to listen. Who was Daisysteps? She fluffed out her fur and settled down to listen; this was getting interesting.[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor= #ffe6ff; border:double 3px #df9fdf; overflow: auto; width: 148px; height: 248px; margin-top: 7px; margin-left: 15px;]Basics:
    ❂ Aurumina Vindicate
    ❂ 5 Months
    ❂ Female
    ❂ Pansexual




    Allegiance:
    ❂ Windclan member
    ❂ No former allegiances




    Relationship Info:
    ❂ No significant other
    ❂ No best friend
    ❂ No enemies
    ❂ No mentor




    Appearance:
    ❂ Female Wolverine || Healthy 100%
    ❂ Coarse charcoal fur with white and red markings
    ❂ Lanky and long legged for her species, but still compact
    ❂ Rich lavender blood, saliva, and tears
    ❂ Wears a large lavender bandanna that reads "GUILLOTINE"




    Personality:
    ❂ Cheerfully morbid
    ❂ Demands everything be fair
    ❂ An eye for an eye
    ❂ Known to find loopholes
    ❂ Compulsive gambler
    ❂ Killer poker face
    ❂ Frustratingly stubborn
    ❂ Jumps to conclusions
    ❂ Follows her own rules
    ❂ Obnoxious
    ❂ Killer detective
    ❂ Dangerously obsessive
    ❂ Agnostic
    ❂ Loves candy
    ❂ Purple




    Interaction:
    ❂ Attack in bold purple, bold black, or bold white
    ❂ Very difficult mentally
    ❂ Moderate to difficult physically
    ❂ Spirit Absorption (0) | Pelt Manipulation | Lavender Blood | Teleportation | Seeing Spirits | Undiscovered Telepathy | Undiscovered Shapeshifting
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt]Astra snorted, christ he really just didn't like this person. "You are exactly like my mother who committed suicide," he said with the intention of hurting, "you showed up within two weeks of her death and act just like her. That's probably why people are uncomfortable." There was a scrap of pain in his voice, in his eyes which were exactly like hers, the sparkling dust that followed him just like her daisies didn't sparkle like it usually did. "It can be tiring being reminded of someone who died, but that isn't really your fault."


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"It.." Cherviltea paused, withdrawing a small sigh, upon arriving after the other few individuals present. "Yeah.. You remind us of Dai." His aureate-hues would skim the ground, rifling his mind, as if it would be difficult to come up with similarities.. But, truthfully, there were too many. "But, it isn't your fault. If anything, I should probably.. know better, than to make my discomfort obvious." Honestly, he had never been particularly good at concealing his emotions behind that of a guise, when they were this overbearing. "You're still your own person. Just because you remind us of someone.. It isn't an excuse for us to make you feel frustrated or confused."


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    Hearing Dandelionchain talking, she came over confused with what she was saying, not really understanding anything. All the apprentice did was give a shrug with a frown as she wasn't sure how to answer their questions. Little wasn't around to get to know Daisysteps so she hadn't saw the resemblance that easily like others seemed to have. So she just taken to staying quiet and just watching and listening to others talk.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]YOUR BODY'S A MACHINE AND YOU RUN ON GASOLINE[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]She nodded at all the explanations, swallowing. Why did the name Daisysteps sound so familiar? Why did it sound as if it were her own name, as if that name was one she could go by? She gulped again and dragged a tooth across her bottom lip, threatening to split it open and causing the part she had bitten to raised, slightly. She blinked. "I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't know." she said, her voice pricking with melancholy, different than it usually was. "I didn't mean... you said, once, that she slit her... h-her wrists?" she murmured, her wrists throbbing at the mention. the ragdoll winced, and tightened her jaw. She swallowed again, she couldn't stop doing it. "I h-have... I have scars on my wrists. I don't... I don't know where they came from. P-Perhaps...?" she shook her head at the proposition. "No, that doesn't happen. Ignore me, I'm just... thinking out loud."


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    Skipping over, she took a seat and tilted her head. Scars on her wrists? No idea how she got them? Oh that was definitely interesting to the female.


    thinking - speaking


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Jaycie didn't know a Dai and didn't really care about her. "Well, if it makes you feel better, I don't care about who you remind people of," the lioness said gruffly.


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