YOUR LIE IN APRIL && OPEN + M&G/Q&A

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TO DENOUNCE THE EVILS OF TRUTH AND LOVE[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]She'd already done one of these things, hadn't she? Back when Jessie had first joined, this was the first thing she did before properly settling in. She'd managed to locate her old cabin; it was a little dusty and had lost some of its sparkle, but once she performed a quick clean, it was looking just as nice as it used to. There was a framed picture sitting on her bedside table, of her and another white cat, who had the same 'R' brand as her on his right shoulder- he had green eyes and pastel-purple ears. Her entire home was decorated with many different shades of pink, bright pink, hot pink, pale pink, any pink you could possibly think was splashed rather tastefully around her room. The femme stood outside her home, the door ajar, the window open, and one could hear her high-pitched, singsong voice call, "Oh, I call a meet and greet or whatever!! Feel free to ask me questions, too, darlings! Uhuhuhu!!" She just hoped no-one would ask about her brand.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Yo, Jessie." Nighttales would resound, opting to greet his comrade with a blithe grin, and an airy wave. A question, hm? A contemplative hum would skim his throat, before he'd eventually part his jaws, having settled on an inquiry to sport. "Hmm, what kind of adventures did you go on, whilst you were away?" The serval asked, quirking a fictional brow, somewhat curious as to whether Jessie had busied herself during the period between departure and return. Though, of course, she didn't have to elaborate on it, if she didn't wish to.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;width:435px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;font-family:arial;line-height:9.5pt]Jessie...the name was actually ringing a few bells for him. Old bells, and rusty, but he didn't forget names in a hurry and he was sure he'd heard it before. He figured she must have left at around the same time he'd joined, so maybe it had been at a meeting. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he followed after Nighttales to meet her. Euphemia wasn't going to pry about much - he did take note of the fact that she seemed fond of the color pink, much like him. His living space sported a delicate shade of baby pink, though. Nothing so...eye grabbing. "A - ah, hello. I'm Euphemia, a b - blackblood, here," he introduced uncertainly, lowering his gaze. "How - how long ago were you here l - last?"
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    ◂ INFO | 14/DEC
    ◂ INFO | 14/DEC

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    Midnight had made the mistake of commenting on Jessie's brand long ago, and even when the former bodyguard hadn't been around, she still dwelled on and regretted it deeply. She'd likely brought up some bad memories, all because she'd been too curious, and more confident and careless than she would have liked on that day. Needless to say, she wanted to do all she could to make up for such a stupid mistake, and just hearing that familiar voice excited her, since she knew she had more opportunities seeing as she was back. Technically, she had her own questions. Minor, but they still counted.
    Trotting over with a pleased smile, she yipped, "Oh, hey, it's you! Uh, when did you get back?"


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    info — updated 10/30/16

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Vicki wandered over, smiling at Jessie as she stood near Midnightpaw. "Hello there, I'm Vicki! What's your favourite colour, Jessie?" the small otter would ask, tipping her chocolate coloured cranium to the side in curiosity.


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    info — updated 11/25

    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: linear-gradient(#8f6b9b, #8f6b9b, #d4a0e5); height: 100px; width: 400px; padding: 0px; border: 10px solid white; text-align: center; font-size: 18pt; color: white;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; width: 400px; height: 18px; padding-top: 42px; padding-bottom: 42px; text-align: center; margin: auto;]DAMIANO MUZIKANT[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 395px; border-left: 6px solid white; border-right: 6px solid white; padding: 7px; margin: auto; border-bottom: 2px solid white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 15px; background: linear-gradient(#d4a0e5, #d4a0e5, white); min-height: 100px; color: black]Damiano had never met this Jessie lady so he didn't see the harm in at least introducing himself and getting to know her a bit. He ambled over to the small group and seated himself beside Euphemia. "Greetings, commoner. I am Damiano Muzikant, future leader of Colouredclan." he mewed, inspecting the she cat while the others asked their questions. Hmm, a white domestic feline with sky-blue eyes. She looked a lot like his own mother. Her fur was also well-groomed, just like hers had been. As he mused over his question, he eventually spotted the 'R' on her shoulder. Damiano rose a paw and pointed at it. "What does that mean?" He rose a metaphorical eyebrow. What a weird looking tattoo.


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    [spoiler=♢ — updated 12/16][size=7pt]general. [biography] [thread hub]
    ♢ damiano muzikant sixx puppeteer norwood | dami [dah-me] | cismale
    ♢ 8 months | 8 months mentally/spiritually | ages real time
    ♢ bisexual autoromantic | he/him pronouns
    ♢ colouredclan bodyguard | no titles


    important facts/events.
    ♢ hates getting dirty
    ♢ has a british accent
    ♢ goes crazy without his mirror
    ♢ has athazagoraphobia
    ♢ 'future leader' of colouredclan
    ♢ promoted to bodyguard (12/10)


    physical. [reference]
    ★ DOMESTIC FELINE [birth & main] | health: 100%
    — a light purple turkish angora with a pair of violet eyes. his pelt is long and well groomed, while his body is well-built. matching his almond-shaped eyes, are dark purple stripes and patterns that embellish his coat and fluffy tail. and oddly enough, only one side of his face is covered by these stripes while the other is not. he is also a bit undersized as he is shorter than most males. growing out of his back, are a pair of beautiful peach-hued butterfly wings that are outlined by a black-purple color.
    ♢ golden crown adorned with a single butterfly-shaped ruby
    ♢ gold necklace with a star charm attached to it (from euphemia)
    ♢ burgundy satchel holding his gold hand mirror
    [injuries] n/a


    relationships. [heart chart]
    ♢ single | crushing on himself
    ♢ ½ of ______
    ♢ yuri muzikant x npc
    ♢ mentor: yuri muzikant


    personality.
    ♢ narcissistic | sarcastic | childish | pompous | stubborn
    ♢ blunt | rigorous | insensitive | ambitious | competitive
    ♢ impatient | pessimistic | dramatic | insecure | neat | dense
    ♢ envious | selfish | emotional | prideful | devoted | overconfident


    powers.
    ♢ conjuration [discovered]
    ♢ teleportation [discovered]
    ♢ shapeshifting [undiscovered]


    interaction/confrontation.
    ♢ closed to capture, torture, and death
    ♢ easy mentally | medium physically
    ♢ attack in bold #8f6b9b or risk being ignored
    ♢ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions
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    [size=8]Akutagawa wasn't here to make friends. At least, that was his goal. He and Chuuya came from a place where they had so many more people that were their "friends", more like subordinates. Here, he was simply needing a place to stay, a place where he coukd stay under the radar. The black mutt approached silently, coughing into his forearm before muttering a simple, "Akutagawa." His name. That was his form of a greeting.


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    [font=8pt]GENERAL INFO
    — ryuunosuke akutagawa "ryu"
    — twelve moons
    — male; he/him
    — npc xx npc
    APPEARANCE
    — medium-sized, slim black mutt with long fur + floppy ears + grey eyes + white eyebrow spots and cheek fur
    — wears white cravat and black cape
    — main ref
    — with cape
    — with rashomon
    BATTLE TAGS
    — hard without powers
    — electricity, water, earth elements
    — conjuration
    — memory/emotional manipulation
    — can conjure "rashomon" from cloak
    — with "rashomon" he is extreme
    — yes to mild/moderate injury; no kill

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TO DENOUNCE THE EVILS OF TRUTH AND LOVE[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]"Oh! Leader Nighttales!" she chirped, dipping her head in greeting to the serval. She blinked a couple times, thinking about his question, and let her smirk-like smile curve her maw. "Oh, I dipped in and out of Clans and groups and such, looking for an old... colleague, of mine. Um.. how's the Clan been getting on, since I returned?" she asked, genuinely curious as to what had happened, while she had been away. Next to arrive was a face she vaguely recognised, but sadly the pink-fringed feline couldn't quite put a metaphorical finger on it. "Oh, um... a month and a half, maybe? I'm not too sure, uhuhu!" she giggled. "Wonderful to meet you, by the way, darling." Midnightpaw would be the next to arrive and Jessie would let one of her signature smirk-smiles lace itself across her lips. "Ah, hello, Middy darling!! I returned two days ago, I think. Sometimes I lose track of time, uhuhu!" Then came an unfamiliar face- Vicki, she had introduced herself as. "Pink, of course! More specifically, hot pink, the colour of my fringe." she chuckled. She heard a voice behind her and she pivoted, her face noticeably falling when Damiano Muzikant asked the question she'd been dreading to hear. Talking about it just reminded her of James and he was the one person she didn't want to be reminded of. "Oh, it's... n-nothing. Really." she murmured simply, before plastering her face with yet another smirk-like smile. "Well, what a wonderful alias! It has scope, and wonder. My name is Jessie!!"


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    Hatari had no questions, and they had met, so she as here to be here. Trotting over, the pup sat back with her ghost and watched.


    thinking - speaking - lilac


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