there's a dreamy world up there [●] open

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]ROUGH SEAS WILL BE CALM[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]"It would be magnifique, oui," commented the ash-grey lupine, seemingly the first to arrive. A small smile laced her maw as she halted and sat beside the other. In the instance that she was new, Bellpaw and Glassy had something in common; Glasspetals had joined very recently, also, and was looking for as many people as possible to make friends with. "I wish I knew more about la flat-faces, yes. They are subject of my research; oh, and also paranormal activity. I am also very very interesting in that, too!!" Glasspetals paused momentarily, oblivious to her rambling. "Oh, and I am apology for my bad English."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; line-height: 110%;]Nona would approach the other member quietly, ears flicking forward upon his massive head. His steps led him forward slowly, though he easily covered the distance between himself, Bellpaw, and Glasspetals with a couple of strides from his long legs. The hybrid was nearly silent in his approach. The only sound the could perhaps alert the duo to his presence was the audible, deep breathing that could be heard as a result of the gas mask that covered his muzzle. Silver eyes appeared slightly interested in the topic that was being discussed. Making flowers appear out of thin air? "Flat-faces?" Paranormal activity? Nona didn't know the term that Glasspetals was using was a term for the humans (whom he had nearly spent his entire life living among them with his other siblings) so he could only incline his head in question when he heard the locution instead. He's never been too interested in anything, mostly because he didn't have the time to pursue in whatever hobby he had sought after, though if he were to say what he was interested in, it would be things that go "ka-boom" for sure. He liked things that blew up, had destructive properties like fire and other things. It was a dangerous thing to play around with, as one could easily get killed while fessing around with something so treacherous to one's health, but Nona could not simply reject the idea when it was so tempting. He's grown up around them, for one, and interacted with explosives and whatnot daily. He would admit that he didn't mess around with them as much as he did before, but that was only because he had another twenty pound weight of responsibility added onto his shoulders. Now that he had some time on his paws now, perhaps he could take a look at what he used to work with... It would certainly give him a little more motivation to live, he supposed. Nona lowered his gunmetal gaze to the ground as he chewed upon his bruised lip, turning his head to the right so he could listen more intently on the conversation, since it sparked a small amount of interest in him. He had settled himself nearby quietly. He preferred it this way, to observe from further away and just play the part of the quiet observer. Perhaps he'd learn something new today, just as he did everyday.

That'd be nice, wouldn't it?

[hr][spoiler=✧.° time's moving on, but the clock remains the same / tags, updated 12/21]✧.° DO I EXIST? AH, SHUT UP!
✧ KURISU "NONA" MATSUHINA | KURI, ISU-CHAN, BOSS, NINE
✧ Asexual Demi-grayromantic | Cisgender Male | Masculine pronouns
✧ 22 Months | Ages realistically | DOB: February 19th
✧ Currently resides in HawkClan | Formerly lived in Kabukicho | Member
— Lived in the biggest red light district in the world with his eight other siblings.
— Formerly lived in an rouge gang that caused trouble for those that lived there and he was their demolition expert. He eventually moved up in the gang and become their leader for a while despite being so young.
— He dislikes sweet and bitter things, preferring tangy fruits and other foods.
— He likes to smoke, though he only does so on rare occasions on which he's stressed or he feels under immense pressure. He abstains from the use of other drugs and alcohol and dislikes those who uses them around him.
— Biography | Faceclaim: Hiroki Narimiya | Voice Reference

✧.° ALL I SEE IS NOTHING BUT A LIE, I WANT TO CHEAT
✧ Single | Uninterested, not looking | ½ [ relationship ]
✧ NPC x NPC | 1st generation | 8 other siblings | No offspring
✧ Relatively difficult to befriend; remains cautious around strangers
✧ Once befriended, at first there seems to be hardly a difference and Nano appears to regard his friends in the same way he regards his other clanmates: with almost cold indifference, except that he will seem more dependent on his friends, if just a little. He will look to them for advice, though this itself will be seldom asked. It will be taken into account that he prefers a friend's company over another though, overall, there doesn't seem to be an notable difference in how he treats his friends.
✧ ⅛ of the T.N Squad

✧.° I WANT TO LEAVE, BUT IN THE END, I'M WRONG
✧ BEAR-DIRE WOLF HYBRID | CURRENT HEALTH: 100%
— An rather uncommon combination of an polar bear and a direwolf, Nona sports the body of an athletically thin physique that is similar to that of a wolf and the short yet thick fur type that takes to a polar bear. He appears more lupine than he does ursine. His ears are oddly elongated upon his head and sit closer to the sides of his cranium rather than on top and are slightly rounded at their tips with small tufts of fur coming from it. He has large paws that bare gargantuan claws that can make sizable markings in anything. His features are angular and handsome, with a pair of eyes that are eerie yet oddly alluring. The fur color is an ghostly ivory with no other hints of pigmentation throughout and there seems to be no defying patterns in the fur except for the small amount of slighter darker spots that cross his muzzle and cheeks, called "freckles." The fur around his neck is thicker than the rest of the fur on his body, providing an protective shield from fangs or claws that seek the flesh of his jugular. His nose is an dark brown that has a blotch of black on its left side. He has an set of almond-sized eyes that takes on the color of muted silver. His resting face contains of half-lidded eyes with his lips turned downwards into an always present though very faint frown as if he was always contemplating an idea or thought.
— Accessories: Gas mask, multiple piercings (silver), black cracked goggles, tattered dark purple scarf
— Major Injuries: N/A
— Minor Injuries: N/A

✧.° SO IF YOU DARE PRETEND TO CARE, AND THINK YOU'RE LIVING IN DESPAIR
✧ While Nona is rather tolerant around most other people, it takes a certain kind of person to push him to his limit. He seems to react a little different towards people who appear to be honestly, purely innocent and would prefer to keep an even further distance from them than he does with other people. Perhaps it irks him that they truly know nothing of the cruelties in the world while he, as a former gangster who lived in one of the most violent districts in Japan, experienced murder, torture, abuse, and everything in between. Or maybe he's jealous.
✧ Despite having been the leader of an considerably large gang in his days when he was younger, Nona has seemed to have retained some of the common behavior that these types of people have like becoming violent when trust is completely broken or completely lack of concern whenever someone outside of his group gets hurt and other thievish behavior. Not all of it is bad, however. A common misconception about gangs is that they are all brutes that have no moralities, but Nona does not appear this way externally. He's become much more loyal and headstrong, doing what's needed to be done and completing given tasks quickly and with efficiency.
✧ Bonds with Nona are hard to establish but once made, they are rock hard even though there seems to be difference from when they were complete strangers. Nona is awkward when expressing himself and has trouble evincing things like "friendship." He understands the bond is somewhat like that of what holds a group of people together, loyalty, and that's what he mostly integrates into his rare rapports.
— Quiet and contemplative, subjective, decisive, obedient, pretends to be ignorant, tolerant to a limit, can get moody and can catch an attitude, but is otherwise idle, stubborn to a tee
— Stagnant; unhurried and inappropriately casual, intelligent, perceptive, prefers to observe rather than participate, awkward in social situations, private and reserved, tentative, usually calm
— Even-tempered; can be linked to apathy, ambitious, crisp, destructive, creative and approaches certain topics in new, often outlandish ways, very well-mannered and practical, unreadable and unpredictable

✧.° REMEMBER THIS, AND ONLY THIS; SOMEBODY'S WORSE OUT THERE
✧ Never antagonizes | Will not attack unless provoked first
✧ Dislikes physical contact from strangers, tentatively allows contact from those he's familiar with | There are no known physical sensitivities for Nona, though he seems to be very ticklish (especially at his abdomen) and so he hardly lets anyone near aforementioned place unless the person wants to be snapped at.
✧ Moderately trained, self-taught | Overall an difficult opponent
✧ Attack in underlined #dcdcdc or underlined #af997b
✧ Has powers but primarily uses molecule manipulation to heal himself faster and to create small explosions when encountering assailants. Nona excels in long-ranged combat as well as close-quarters but doesn't do too good in air or in water.
✧ Can understand English perfectly fine, though because he's partially deaf in his left ear, it's harder for him to hear things from the left side of him.[/spoiler]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]ROUGH SEAS WILL BE CALM[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]"Ah, I believe some peoples calling them... hoomans? Or some thingie like that, ahaha, I am not very sure." Glassy explained, elaborating on her term. The wolf, most of the time, was oblivious to the fact that some may not understand her strange terminoligies for certain familiarities; in a way, it was refreshing that Glasspetals didn't conform to common rules, and just stuck to what she had learnt. "Oh, maybe there are flat-faces being walking towards us now... oh, dear, the thoughts of it make me scared!" the lupine shivered at her own thought and widened her violet optics. "Oh, je suis Glasspetals, way the by. Is name what?" she asked Bellpaw, unaware that little of the question made any sense.