MAKE ME WANNA DIE / OPEN, JOINING?

DARKPUP. · Dec 17th 2016

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Arkhampaw is 82% bad decisions, 17% attachment issues, and 1% plain old childish. He knows that it's probably not a good idea to be here, at the edge of DarkClan's frankly ridiculous territory, but it's a step closer to ShadowClan than anywhere else could be (just look at the names) and that's probably what he needs right now. While he's technically a member of RiverClan, he holds no attachment to that place and only really shows up because Red and Bell are there, too. The others very obviously disliked him, or just thought badly of him, and while that would normally be fine... The canine has to say that he kind of misses just being Darkpup. Nobody around him remembered that kid except Red, but they'd both moved on from those days and there was no need to drag up old memories around him. Especially when he was already suffering with whatever was going on in his head. Arkham would still be there for him, of course, but like he'd said — 82% bad decisions, fueled with the rather pathetic ache that came with missing his fucking blanket, and here he was. Was there anything he could blame for this other than his own mind? He wasn't even a little bit drunk.

He sits down and scrubs a paw over his face, then groans somewhat loudly, obviously irritated with his terrible life decisions. The slate black mutt drops his paw back to the ground. "You're probably around, right? Nobody's never around. Arkhampaw, but jus' call me Arkham. I'd like to join."
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—————- i don't bring forgiveness | information; updated 12/15/2016

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RELATIONSHIPS: [1] [2] [RED] | ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
& Very Complicated | Not Looking | Mostly Taken
& Red's his princess and you just have to accept this
& ½ Darkred [anti-salad buddies; Redpaw] [board]
& ⅓ Daredona [brot3; Red Robin + Bellona] [board]
& Untrusting; Loyal to a very select group of people

PHYSICALITY: [DOMESTIC CANINE] | health: 90%
& a large, imposing form. muscular but surprisingly quick and agile.
& no natural white markings. scarred, but nothing attention-catching.
& a solid, cool slate black fur. messy but in a rather charming manner.
& arkham knight symbol freezebranded high on his upper left shoulder.
[color=#78C9B8]& eyes color fluctuates from dull grey to a stormy blue, typically grey.
[color=#78C9B8]— current injuries: generally beat up

[color=#78C9B8]PERSONALITY: [color=white][1] [color=white][2] [color=white][3] [color=white][4] [color=white][5] [color=white][6] [color=white][7] [color=#AFAEAF][LATER]
[color=#78C9B8]& Arkham is his own character, with several loose inspirations.
[color=#78C9B8]— Arkham Knight Jason Todd [high], Talon!Dick Grayson [low]
[color=#78C9B8]& sure he's hot, but he's also just a hot mess; watch out. probs tired.
[color=#78C9B8]& adaptable, charming, clever, focused, hardworking, insightful, snarky.
[color=#78C9B8]& protective, sarcastic, proud, antisocial, paranoid, emotionally distant.
[color=#78C9B8]& stressed teenager with bad sleeping habits and an inferiority complex.
[color=#78C9B8]& liable to lose his temper at any moment; covers feelings with sarcasm.

[color=#78C9B8]INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=white][COMBAT SKILLS] [color=white][1]
[color=#78C9B8]& Will Start Fights | May Show Mercy | Capable of Killing
[color=#78C9B8]& Adequate Training | Physically Difficult | Mentally Medium
[color=#78C9B8]& Can Powerplay Peaceful Actions | Contact Allowed From:
[color=#78C9B8]— Redpaw, Bellona, sometimes children. That's really it?
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—————- i don't bring forgiveness | information; updated 12/15/2016

snowprincess. · Dec 17th 2016

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_{Huh. Something about this guy felt painfully familiar. She couldint quite place why since she'd met olenty of people over this past year, but since her untimely death that occurred just yesterday, a lot of her memories where a bit fuzzy. Perhaps it was for the best she couldint remember a lot of things all at once, though. Especially since she'd been murdered in Windclan by a former clanmate and friend. The experience was undoubtably traumatizing. And since she was no longer in an an adult rabbit's body and was now a cute child Pomaranian, she doubted anyone would recognize her just by looks. Her sweet personality, cross necklace and voice (other then the lisp she was now struggling with) where all the same and huge indications of her being same old Kate. The child cautiously approached, feeling rather self conscious about the bandages that covered her would on her neck. "Hello! Itsth nice to meet you Arkham!" the child yipped cheerfully with a wag of her tail.}
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info — updated 12/10

NORTH, · Dec 17th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][color=#dfb968][font=baskerville] EACH of them miss something. They miss their childhoods, simpler times, old friends, family they've lost. North misses when it was just him and South against the world, knowing that they only needed each other, but then that was too much for South. North held on too tight, suffocating her. They're still together, but he has the itch in his neck and the ache in his leg as a reminder of why they were separated that short time. He'll have the scar when those both heal, and he'll see it in his reflection, but no one will ever know that story. North's forgiven her; he only needs to work on forgetting.
He's always felt obligated to help people, after always looking out for South. Kate is someone else he's got under one wing, but she put herself there. It's a quiet, mutual agreement. She might not know but she's helping him as much as he's helping her.
Since she came to DarkClan wounded, North has kept an eye on her, which is why he shows up shortly after she does to see the stranger on the border. There's another child here, and another who's seen more than he should have. It's a gut feeling. "I've just been around the block a few times."
Standing just behind her, and almost over the pup, the serval smiles at the canine. "Welcome to DarkClan, Arkham. I'm North, and this is Kate. You find yourself needing directions, I'm your guy. Or anyone else, really."
[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 12/07][justify][color=#dfb968][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

koda . · Dec 17th 2016

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unlike corporal north, soldier kate and soldier arkhaam, Koda's past was actually quite uneventful. sure, she was forced to kill and train endlessly under careful supervision, but it eventually became a routine that she just got used to. soldier Fukashi was perhaps the only one that showed any genuine friendliness to her everyday, and yet their times together were bathed in blood. whatever happened between them, stayed between them.

"welcome to darkclan, soldier arkham," greeted the calico as she approached, dipping her head slightly out of politeness to the newcomer. "my name is lieutenant Koda, here to assist you if you request it."
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moth · Dec 17th 2016

Moth approached the small crowd, greeting the people that she knew. "I'm Moth... welcome to... Darkclan..." she awkwardly began, with a lopsided smile.

LORRAINE. · Dec 17th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth: 500px][justify]82% Bad decisions? Why, that was quite a high number, but everyone had distinguishable traits such as that. Lorraine herself wasn't too judgmental when it came to those types of things, because she could often guess the reasons behind them. Not the psychological reasons, of course, but the biological reasons- why people did the things that they did simply because it was in their design, their blueprint. Yet, she tried not to rely on those assumptions too often; they could always be proven wrong, and it was better just to be cautious around those that one didn't know too well. Lorraine had learned that lesson all too well. The pretty female was next to approach the scene, recognizing the fact that it was a joining. Her eyes soon found the unfamiliar male, a canine with dark fur. He certainly didn't come off as prim and proper, but she found his appearance to be somewhat endearing. Interesting enough, at least.

"Hello," she greeted after Mothnose introduced herself, green eyes observant. Her voice possessed a subtle accent- French. "My name is Lorraine- I am a medic and Lieutenant here. Welcome, Arkham- if you need any questions answered, or even a tour of the base, feel free to ask." She was fairly busy, too busy to give a thorough tour, but hey, if he needed something, she'd clear her plate just to help him out. It was extremely important to make newcomers a priority.

TAGS- 12/9

DARKPUP. · Dec 18th 2016

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They weren't making snap judgments. They weren't looking at him like he was strange, or dangerous, or just an asshole. Maybe it's because he's new, maybe they'll do it later, but there's something uplifting about not being treated like a — he doesn't know. A monster, maybe? Like a mistake. The canine's shoulders lift a bit in curiosity as he looks them over, one by one. The little pomeranian doesn't strike him as familiar in turn, and while he doesn't typically do "teeth-rottingly cute" anymore, he manages to smile down at her. It's only when North speaks that his eyes widen, because — "Kate?" Not the same Kate. He's imagining things, maybe. The Kate he knew was a rabbit, or sometimes a tiger, and she was kind of sad but smelled like herbs. This is a wounded child. He clears his throat and manages to smile again, this one more brittle than the last. But North is looking at him like he understands, and that doesn't make Dark uncomfortable anymore. It makes him feel like maybe he'll actually be accepted as is, and that's... Nice. It's good. He relaxes a bit around the shoulders, enough that the smile is honest. "It's nice to meet you both. North, huh? I'll keep that in mind."

Something about being called a soldier makes Arkham's head snap up a bit, something curiously bright about his gaze when it settles on Koda. It's not a gentle warmth, but rather one born of fire. The formality is enough to remind him to snicker. "Nah, boss, I'm not requestin' help. But thanks for the... Offer." If it was even that. Still, these guys don't have the sickly sweetness of the RiverClanners, and that's all he wants right now. No more fake fucking people. Mothnose and Lorraine both seem honest enough, though there's something about the latter that comes off as prim-and-proper. Usually he would have a field day with those types, but Arkham instead finds himself respecting her. Whatever it is that she's got going on, she pulls it off well. Like Mothnose, his grin is lopsided when he finishes off the crowd, chuckle warm. "I like to explore on my own, but thanks anyway. 'S'really appreciated. And. Thanks. Again, everyone."
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—————- i don't bring forgiveness | information; updated 12/15/2016

NORTH, · Dec 18th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][color=#7c6dc8][font=baskerville] THE others start to file in, and North looks over them with a greeting nod, but most of his attention is still on the large canine. He seems surprised by Kate's name. Not just that, though. It's almost like he's remembering something, or that it's a reminder. "Kate's a common name." He thinks it is, anyway, but he doesn't mention the way Arkham's smile looks like play-doh left to dry out, for lack of a better metaphor. "Play-doh? Really?" Other than terrible similes, his mind's still working on guessing what has him tied up about Kate. He doesn't expect to get any answers, especially when he's not going to ask any questions. "Yep. I have a South to match. She's around here somewhere; you'll know her when you see her." He hasn't seen her in a while but after what happened, he's giving her distance. It's what she wants, isn't it?
North goes quiet when the others start chiming in, and he's glad they're all keeping up with this. Arkham looks like he could use a few good welcomes. "Maybe a hug or two. But not from a stranger." Sometimes he wonders if people would want him around still, if they knew what he's always thinking about. They're not really lost lambs or children; they're just...young, and North not so much. He can't help it. "Well if you do turn out needing something, you know what to do. And you don't have to thank us; you're one of the gang now." "Gang? Christ."
[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 12/18][justify][color=#7c6dc8][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Corporal 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 (healing)

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

moth · Dec 18th 2016

Moth looked towards North at his use of the word 'gang', noticeably frowning. Although it was a playful frown, she seriously hated the use of that word. "So, uhm... welcome..."