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  • [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Alabaster had no clue why he was here, why he had decided of all places, to come here. Instinctively, his body had been drawn towards BoneClan or ScarClan, but he fought it, desperate to not become like his father, to not end like he had. He wanted a fresh start, a place where he wouldn't be reminded of his father's existence. He needed somewhere to feel safe, to feel wanted. As to if this place were it, he wasn't sure. But he was willing to try.


    Snow white fur stood out amongst the moss-covered ground, muscles rippling under his pelt as his pale grey orbs bore across the territory. His round ears were perked, nose twitching as the strong scent of many strangers reached his maw. He rested upon the border, knowing to respect the boundaries and to wait for someone to welcome him.


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    Really, Darium had no idea why she was here. Maybe it was the presence of Death that drew her here? Or Sam and Dean? Darium had no idea. All the tiny kit knew was that she was here now, and in reality that's all that truthfully mattered in a lifelong perspective. She'd leave her mark here. This is where people would remember her by and she'd make sure of it. Then again, she desperately had to remain by her morals regardless. That was just fact of the matter.


    Besides, she'd be hypocritical if she did not. She skated those that were immorale, because that was wrong in the eyes of the universe. "Who are you? Whatcha want?" inquired the delicately patterned child in an upbeat mannerism, glancing upward at the male ahead of her. It was only then could her brain develop a mental profile about him.


    Alabaster Stormborn, child of Jethro Stormborn and someone of unknown identity. Two years of age and a former loner. Currently in birth form. She nodded as the information was taken in by her brain, and a smile appeared.
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    [spoiler=-------------no, i'm just really happy to see you | information; updated 12/14]
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    [size=6pt]GENERAL: [link hub]
    Darium Leto Fühér-Break | N/A | Cis ♀
    Aromantic Ace | Not Interested
    DOB: ?? | 3 mons phys. | Ages RT
    Emotional Exp: ??m. | Social Exp: 3m. | Phys. Exp: 3m.
    Member: Riverclan & Hawkclan
    No Former Alliances


    RELATIONSHIPS: [notes] [heartchart]
    Single | Not Looking | No Crush
    ½ of N/A
    Death x Lirim | Gen 1 | Mentor: N/A
    Mother of N/A
    Untrusting; Loyal to people, not places or ideologies.
    Lawful Neutral


    PHYSICALITY: [domestic cat] | health: 0% | [abbr=fur]■ [abbr=underbelly & stars in eyes]■ [abbr=patches]■ [abbr=eyes]■
    tuxedo patterened domestic; pure lavender eyes with white stars in them
    white underbelly, throat, tail, and paws;
    feminine build, not very intimidating;
    no notable scars as of now; dead
    current injuries: N/A


    PERSONALITY: [friend to all children]
    darium is not based off of anybody in particular, though Alona Tal is her FC
    darium is a pretty unstable person
    E: 87% | M: 50%
    caring, loyal(to people), open, honest, empathetic, hopeful
    bold, drained, observant, wishful
    follower, trying to fit in, self conscience, sad, dwells on past


    [color=darkred]IMPORTANT INFORMATION:
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    was not born, simply created
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    literal embodiment of the universe
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    basically a spirit
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    physical form can be killed, but only by someone of higher hierarchy
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    i.e. god, death, lirim(the void), etc.


    [color=darkred]INTERACTION + COMBAT:
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    speaks all languages, even those that have died out
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    hard | nonviolent actions may be powerplayed
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    unwarranted contact may result in violence
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    usually doesn't start fights | shows mercy | kills immoral people
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    Attack in [color=darkred]bold darkred
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    Visionaries surveying the albino panther curiously, Lonewolf padded up and slipped into a place adjacent to his Clanmate. He continued to cast his gaze across the unfamiliar feline's appearance until he felt as though he'd done enough observing. This was a usual thing for him whenever he encountered unfamiliar individuals - To observe their appearance so he could get a basic recognisable idea of them for future reference. He remained silent, although, seeing as Darium had already spoken.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]EMILIA KNEW JETHRO


    Joiners were vey frequent and Emilia always seemed to be near the border when they were there. Silently, the Guard Trainee stopped beside Lonewolf, blinking at the stranger as she awaited a response.
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    Sylmae yawned softly as she padded up beside the others and she flicked her long tail against the ground, her golden eyes shifting over the male on the other side of the border. Something about him felt familiar in some way but she dismissed that as everyone felt that way to her. She settled down beside Emilia and waited for the stranger to answer.


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