THEY USED TO SHOUT MY NAME [⭐] open; joining

adopted brother track oooo

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The forest was dark, every corner drained of light and each tree looking as if they were skeletons and their branches were thin, gangly arms. It was almost haunting, a grim atmosphere permeated every nook and cranny of the Shadowclan territory, but Hyacinth did not mind. Despite what may seem almost frightening to someone else, the soft, discordant symphony that passed through the trees comforted her and calmed her mind, it reminded her that she was still alive, still standing on the earth. The mute had grown fond of this territory, she grew to enjoy the cool shade of every tree and learned to adore the grisly appearance of the flora surrounding her.

With a quaint smile, the slim, silky feline trodded through the thick undergrowth. Her troubled, seafoam blue eyes framed by swooping sable lashes, one look into her churning optics and one could almost hear the ocean and feel the salt spray. The downy mute rounded a corner and found her gaze locked onto the alabaster figure of the stranger, suddenly compelled to run off. The hellhound was young, but she held this certain aura, as if she were a fallen angel, a cherubic figure amongst the doom and gloom of Shadowclan. And while this may have allured some, Hyacinth's mind screamed at her to disappear behind the fronds of a reaching fern, and never be heard from again.

With great willpower, she took a step, then another. Finally, the eburnese feline had settled beside Koda and was now avoiding the gaze of anyone present, more out of habit than fear at this point.

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[spoiler=✧°. i was so alone, and i owe you so much | 12/19]

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GENERAL;
★ JOHN HAMISH WATSON | " DOCTOR WATSON " | CISGENDER MALE
★ closeted bisexual biromantic | monogamous | slightly interested
★ writedown xx npc | troubled childhood | former military surgeon
★ fifth northumberland fusiliers | veteran / three years in afganistan
★ no crush | perpetually pining over sherlock | ½ johnlock & ½ jet
★ member of the simul-stamus family | adept medical knowledge
★ warrior of shadowclan | former assistant deputy | many titles
★ based completely on bbc's sherlock | season three canon point
★ voice reference | human au reference | dog tags reference

PHYSICAL;
★ APPALACHIAN BOBCAT | health [ 95% ] | [ i ] [ ii ]
— john is a compact man - lacking in height and exceeding in muscle tone, with the slightest bit of pudge around his stomach. he is skinny from lack of self-care, but not nearly enough to be alarming. short limbs with large, webbed paws, and a cropped tail. the bobcat's coat is predominantly blond, a light, sandy color with soft cinnamon accents. his fur is short, cropped, with the slightest curve of fur on top of his head. there are flecks of silver, mostly from stress, dotting his short muzzle; with a small pink nose and long translucent whiskers. his ears are large and pointed with soft brown tufts at the top, mostly black in hue with an ivory diamond pattern on the back of both. his eyes are a stunning sort of blue - lapis lazuli in shade, alight with emotion, whether it be good or bad. this man can often be found wearing a tan / cream or blue jumper and silver dog tags, often worn to conceal the scarred tissue on his shoulder; a large, starburst-shaped gunshot wound acquired years ago. the edges are frayed and wrinkled, a tender pink color despite being old, not pretty in the slightest. he does not like to talk about it, and usually won't.
injuries; semi-permanent limp ( psychosomatic disorder )

MENTAL;
★ PINTSIZED POWERHOUSE | ISTJ PERSONALITY TYPE | [ i ] [ ii ]
— john is a very complex man, to most. a former army doctor, his mind suffering from the memory of war and the too-fresh memory of his best friends suicide. he tends to bottle up his anger, until pushed past his breaking point and letting go in sharp outbursts, harming any and all those around him with spiteful words. although he is bit daft when it comes to certain things, watson is not a stupid man ( he is, after all, an army surgeon ), but he does not have holmes' insight. he serves as a foil: the ordinary man against the brilliant, emotionally-detached analytical machine that holmes can sometimes be. he prefers working with objective data, facts, and details and has an immaculate memory to store past experiences which he draws upon for guidance. he is extremely focused, self-assured, and his interests lie in few subjects that he has worked to acquire extensive knowledge about. after john was discharged and sent back to england from afghanistan, he subconsciously felt inadequate or crippled; as if he had been stripped of his purpose. these feelings, combined with the physical trauma he experienced, may have manifested itself into what became his psychosomatic limp (somatoform disorder). his feelings of being mentally or emotionally crippled seemed to have digressed into a physical sensation. watson also suffers from a form of post-traumatic stress disorder, resulting in night terrors and little sleep.

RELATIONS;
★ VERY HEAVILY CLOSETED | " NOT GAY™ " | [ i ] [color=#E7E8EC] [ ii ]
[color=#E7E8EC]★ no crush | no maybe crush | no predetermined love interest
[color=#E7E8EC]★ a bit iffy about love | still grieving over sherlock | rules of engagement
[color=#E7E8EC]★ a bit of a flirt, john has been known to go out of his way to romance the subject of his attention. he is in no way a womanizer, most of his dates having ended in disaster either due to sherlock's interference or his habit of rushing off to help whenever he can. the man is decidedly not gay, but bisexual, and will be very quick to correct you on the fact. john is used to initiating any sort of flirting, and if flirted with first, may become flustered and stutter. he is not necessarily prone to blushing, but it will be well-hidden if it occurs.

INTERACTION;
[color=#E7E8EC]★ [abbr=heat and x-ray vision, soundwave and molecule manipulation, venomous sydney funnel web spider fangs, ability to give and take pain, multiple possessions]HOVER FOR POWERS[/abbr] | MASTERY: [ 100% ]
[color=#E7E8EC]★ not only has he been through extensive army training, john retains several powers each practiced and mastered. despite this, he often uses his abilities to heal rather than fight, preferring physical combat if a fight is initiated. his hand is steady and moves calculated, can very easily break or sprain limbs, and able to get himself out of many threatening positions. if engaged in battle, i will determine whether your attack hits or misses using a [color=#e7e8ec]number generator, eleven and below meaning your attack misses, twelve and above meaning it hits. due to his training and experience, his difficulty level is extreme physically, but lacking mentally. attack in [color=#e7e8ec]#e7e8ec.

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OOC~
//niece track!
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Perhaps he wasn't the most comforting of sights, but even so the beast was perfectly fine with accepting new joiners into the clan. And while he didn't come off as accepting, one would only have to give him some time (and maybe a little affection). For the time being his nightmares had faded from his mind, insomnia not dormant but not an issue. So he'd grin idly down at the cream colored child, blinking brilliant golden optics in her direction. "Welcome to ShadowClan, then. I'm Faustus Praelium, 'nd if y'need anything, I could help y'out," he responded with dancing amusement in his eyes. Wondering just what her reaction would be when she discovered how much of a lovely clan ShadowClan was.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]The male strode forward, eyes shifting over the lay of the land. He had no other reason to be here except that there was a new animal joining Shadowclan. His tail lifted in to the air and waved in greeting as he approached. Glowing eyes focused on the one named Lucie. She seemed to be taking to calling Shadowclan lovely. Well, in the eyes of some he could guess that was a good way to put the anti group. Still he was here to greet and that was about it. "Yeah, like they said, welcome to Shadowclan. I'm Radio, if you ever get hurt or get sick come see me."

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Arctic approached, glancing curiously over the newcomer. 'Welcome to hell. I'm Arcticpolar Xerxes. Not so pleased to make your acquaintance.' It was the typical, teasing introduction of the indominus.

// woah low muse
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