FIRESTARTER [✦] open, visiting / potential joining

madmaaan · Dec 23rd 2016

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a hum, hardly audible from around the raspberry-flavored lollipop he'd popped into his maw, was released into the air, blatantly contemplative in nature. his nostrils flared in order to take in the various scents he'd found himself engulfed in; one of old cement and faint smog, a hint of things long-lost. he supposed it had been aptly named, this colouredclan, white-hot beams bathing his spine in heat, warming his thick violet fur and consequently the flesh beneath. ah! it was wonderful, really - he'd been so accustomed to extremes when speaking of weather, including a pit of flame and anguish or the unrelenting pour from the heavens that never failed to drench his silken tie. yet this was something akin to mortal paradise, rushing water but an afterthought in his mind instead of so pesteringly upfront, a soft scent dancing along the gentle wind. it was so odd, however - in the midst of winter, that is. it did happen that weather was entirely unpredictable, especially out in this quote-on-quote magic land. there were a group amongst the stars, and one on islands held up by nothing discernible. so, all things considered, it was not nearly as much of a surprise to have a bit of warmth in december. global warming, and all. it was plausible. mephisto inclined his ears, the pointed appendages curving forward to accompany the suddenly-determined expression that became the man's face.

"yes. this is it. this is the place!" chimed he, gaze drifting up to lock on the umbrella he held above him ( wasnt telekinesis a wonderful thing? ), as if expecting it to retain a portion of his enthusiasm. it didnt. after all, it was an umbrella. mephisto, bless him, was far too aware that it could be fairly easy to mistake his oddities for the works of a madman; yet, they would not be correct. the demon was all-too aware of his antics, all decisions conscious. if he wanted to speak to his umbrella, he damn well will. it was simple. his attention turned back towards the territory, dark-rimmed eyes setting out towards the direction in which he knew they would arise from,"merry christmas, all! happy holidays! gesegnete weihnachten! your gift has arrived!" called he, black forepaws tapping the ground in a rhythmic dance of sorts, reeking of excited energy. a glimmer of mischief met those vibrant eyes, grin growing more smug,"its me! isnt that lovely?" he added, tone sounding much more casual than it had before, the hint of laughter hidden within his light vocals,"mephisto pheles. merely visiting, for now." no need to mask his name, now. he wouldnt mind if his name was known throughout the clans, either way. treason was not his intent; he had little ill-will with these creatures, all he wanted to do was.. socialize.

~~/reuses my past joining thread bc im lazy~~

✨ there could be no better playground than this | information

･ﾟ ★ ☾

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[SIZE=8pt]^{SIDE(ISH) CHARACTER | POSTS MAY BE SLOW | PENNED BY GORE}[/size]
character wanders, coat does not retain any clan scent

✧°. lavish mansions, vintage wine | physical
& MUTATED MANED WOLF | HEALTH: [ 99% ] | [ i ] [ ii ]
— mephisto is an attractive man in his own way, and will never hesitate to waltz about - for a lack of better word - flaunting. he is a skinny man, tall and seemingly thin-boned, creating the illusion of a fragile stature, yet not to the point of seeming lanky or disproportionate. his bones, although small, are dense and heavy, able to take heavy blows as well as exhibit strength. his facial structure is neat and sharp, with a small tendril of black curling from his chin and dark "hair" that licked at his violet complexion. a pair of almond-shaped, strikingly green eyes were held black circles on their lower lids, darkened impossibly with something that looks an awful lot like eyeliner. from his paws up to his elbows are black, until a gradient to purple leads unto the rest of his pelt, long and soft, impeccably groomed to create a faint shine. the inside of his ears are black, as well - large and pointed more than the average maned wolf's ears would be, seeming nearly elven in nature. the man's hindquarters are strong yet slender, with a fluffy bum and narrow crevices seperating the bones near his paws. yet, most strange of all, is his tail - a long, whip-like thing, tip shaped into an arrow, sharp enough to slice flesh if it happened to touch another. claws are long and hooked, black and protruding from his toes. his accessories ( oh, how he adores them ) include a fluffy candy-pink tie, adorned with multiple white polka-dots, as well as a loose, white suit-shirt with a large and upturned collar that reaches about mid-back.
injuries; gradually dissolving from corruption
^{* physical wounds heal rapidly}

✧°. i am so much more than royal | mental
& ANTI ANTICHRIST | HEALTH: [ 97% ] | [ i ] [ ii ]
— mephisto's life-style has, essentially, two sides; one being completely and utterly a froof, speaking endlessly of new unusual hobbies, and spending money on himself frivolously while being cheap when spending it on others. he’s flamboyant, dramatic, and impossibly cheerful even at the worst of times. however, despite his theatrics, mephisto understands when a professional attitude is needed and is seen speaking respectfully to others even when he is positively irate with them; the man is able to keep his tone steady and expression still. the other side, the darker side, could be considered the shadow beneath the pink cravat. mephisto is an utter schemer, and seems to always be a few steps ahead of everyone all for the sake of his secret goal. he keeps a tight lip of his plans unless hinting towards them will further expedite the wait, ambition ruling his mind. he has an uncanny habit of remaining ambiguous to accusations, utterly seeing greater benefit in truth than lies. mephisto enjoys chaos and believes himself to be a hell-raiser, mischievous and eccentric, priding himself in his ability to make light of a heavy mood and can be easily mistaken for a man with more money than sense. he is, however, frighteningly intelligent. on a different note, he is deeply interested in japanese pop culture, proudly stating that he is an otaku (that is, loves computers, anime/manga, and/or pop culture to the point that it negatively effects his social life); as well as being excessively fond of sweets. he can often be found with a with his ds in hand and a lollipop in his mouth.

✧°. snatch your chain and mace your eyes | relationships
& SINGLE ASF | CRUSHES: [ 0 ] | SLEEPS AROUND | [ i ] [ ii ]
& no maybe crush | no predetermined love interest | will flirt relentlessly
& a tad overbearing | whilst monogamous, a bit iffy about commitment
& dominant | enjoys having complete power over others | slight sadist
& adores physical contact, both casual and intimate | very touchy-feely
& terms of engagement | often touches others; like resting his head on the shoulder of his peers, covers their paw with his own, lying on them or seating himself excessively close to others. you have permission for y/c to powerplay throwing him off if they do not approve, but must ask for any sort of injury.

✧°. if it feels good, tastes good; it must be mine | stats
& EXTREME DIFFICULTY | SPECIAL ATTACK MASTERY: [ 100% ]
& emotion manipulation | ✮✮✮✮✮
& super speed / strength | ✮✮✮✮✮
& hellfire elemental [ blue ] | ✮✮✮✮✮
& wind elemental | ✮✮✮✮✮
& shapeshifting | ✮✮✮✮✮
& [abbr=scent / color manipulation, spirit absorption ( 2 ), glowing body fluids, invisibility, telekinesis, conjuration] other ( hover )[/abbr] | ✮✮✮✮✮
& uses umbrella as a sort of "magic wand" | it can also turn into a familiar
[color=#E5C7C9]& time traveler | dimension hopper | can control time at a ( physical ) price
[color=#E5C7C9]& to avoid seeming overpowered, i will only use two powers during a battle. however, seeing as this character is extremely experienced, i would prefer a challenging rival with the roughly the same amount of powers as mephisto. 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.

[color=#E5C7C9]✧°. heros always get remembered | other
[color=#E5C7C9]& may occasionally break the fourth wall
[color=#E5C7C9]& will provoke y/c, but will not initiate a fight directly
[color=#E5C7C9]& can powerplay nonviolent/peaceful actions - he'll love it
[color=#E5C7C9]& ask for injury. capture available with plot - pm to discuss.
[color=#E5C7C9]& attack in [color=#E7E8EC]#E7E8EC

[color=#E5C7C9][i]( but you know legends never die )

RICK GRIMES · Dec 23rd 2016

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]Rick was known to be on a constant border patrol, and when it wasn't that, he was standing up in his wooden watchtower and surveying the territory over and over again for signs of an ambush, a raid, anything suspicious. When he had food or just breaks in general, he got npcs to take watch. Easier said then done, really. There were a whole load of willing npcs that just wanted to help out. Today, Rick was going to do a three hour border patrol with breaks inbetween, so he set off on the south side of the territory, rolling his shoulders and began to walk against the piss line that marked the separation between Colouredclan and no mans land. He then caught sight of a heavily accessorized maned wolf. He first took note of the wicked whip like tail. He would go to avoid that, it was clearly a defensive object that he used, or offensive. The floating umbrella was the next. Clearly the man had powers. And judging by the smug, upturned look on his face, he was just the male to gloat them. His cold blue eyes narrowed and he neared the strange wolf, coming in ear shot so that he could now hear Mephisto's arrogant declarations of himself being a gift. Just like Damiano, just like Yuri. There were a lot of stuck up people in the clan and it irritated him to no end but he let it be so as long as they didn't get in his way.

Visiting. Rick tilted his head slowly, his face a canvas of cold calculation as he studied the male some more. "You visitin' anyone in particular?" The siberian tiger questioned, his metal paw clutching the red handle of his machete, nose twitching.

information | updated 04/12

madmaaan · Dec 23rd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 7pt; MARGIN-TOP: -5PX;]broad was the smile that came upon his maw, roseate lips curving to present elongated teeth despite his gaze not having set on the tiger. instead, emerald luminaries remained on the distance, analyzing the colors and fractions of buildings that peeked over the vibrantly-hued trees. he made no qualms on being analyzed, instead opting to lift a dark paw, adjusting his tie out of habit; fashion was a larger part of his persona, the need to look presentable a must, but not quite to the point of abhorrent narcissism. the egotistical side of him manifested from position, a comfort found in knowing the extend of his abilities. of course, there was the whole "time king" part - but that could wait to be elaborated on. once the other spoke up, however, twin audits would quirk forward to convey just where his attention lie. was he here to visit anyone? why would he do that? "nope." responded the creature, tone absent with thought, yet still popping the "p" at the end,"i only wanted to see the place for myself. curiosity, you know." a paw was waved as if to punctuate his argument,"im sure you wouldnt want to be spied on, and i am.. not in the mood to sneak about and observe from afar." finally, his forepaw would be placed back on the ground, immediately bringing him a step forward - over the borderline and into the unfamiliar land. seeming pleased, the exorcist would finally bring his vision around to land on the one that had spoken, head cocking to the left.

"my, youre a burly one." noted he, quirking a brow whilst his expression grew more suspicious; the slightest squint of vivid optics, slitted pupils drooping down to focus on the machete the big cat wielded. mephisto nearly sighed on impulse, all-too familiar in the face of distrust and far from willing to engage in a scuffle,"hm.. well, be a doll and show me to camp?" he offered, violet features alight as visitors were intended to be.

/mobile

✨ there could be no better playground than this | information

･ﾟ ★ ☾

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[SIZE=8pt]^{SIDE(ISH) CHARACTER | POSTS MAY BE SLOW | PENNED BY GORE}[/size]
character wanders, coat does not retain any clan scent

✧°. lavish mansions, vintage wine | physical
& MUTATED MANED WOLF | HEALTH: [ 99% ] | [ i ] [ ii ]
— mephisto is an attractive man in his own way, and will never hesitate to waltz about - for a lack of better word - flaunting. he is a skinny man, tall and seemingly thin-boned, creating the illusion of a fragile stature, yet not to the point of seeming lanky or disproportionate. his bones, although small, are dense and heavy, able to take heavy blows as well as exhibit strength. his facial structure is neat and sharp, with a small tendril of black curling from his chin and dark "hair" that licked at his violet complexion. a pair of almond-shaped, strikingly green eyes were held black circles on their lower lids, darkened impossibly with something that looks an awful lot like eyeliner. from his paws up to his elbows are black, until a gradient to purple leads unto the rest of his pelt, long and soft, impeccably groomed to create a faint shine. the inside of his ears are black, as well - large and pointed more than the average maned wolf's ears would be, seeming nearly elven in nature. the man's hindquarters are strong yet slender, with a fluffy bum and narrow crevices seperating the bones near his paws. yet, most strange of all, is his tail - a long, whip-like thing, tip shaped into an arrow, sharp enough to slice flesh if it happened to touch another. claws are long and hooked, black and protruding from his toes. his accessories ( oh, how he adores them ) include a fluffy candy-pink tie, adorned with multiple white polka-dots, as well as a loose, white suit-shirt with a large and upturned collar that reaches about mid-back.
injuries; gradually dissolving from corruption
^{* physical wounds heal rapidly}

✧°. i am so much more than royal | mental
& ANTI ANTICHRIST | HEALTH: [ 97% ] | [ i ] [ ii ]
— mephisto's life-style has, essentially, two sides; one being completely and utterly a froof, speaking endlessly of new unusual hobbies, and spending money on himself frivolously while being cheap when spending it on others. he’s flamboyant, dramatic, and impossibly cheerful even at the worst of times. however, despite his theatrics, mephisto understands when a professional attitude is needed and is seen speaking respectfully to others even when he is positively irate with them; the man is able to keep his tone steady and expression still. the other side, the darker side, could be considered the shadow beneath the pink cravat. mephisto is an utter schemer, and seems to always be a few steps ahead of everyone all for the sake of his secret goal. he keeps a tight lip of his plans unless hinting towards them will further expedite the wait, ambition ruling his mind. he has an uncanny habit of remaining ambiguous to accusations, utterly seeing greater benefit in truth than lies. mephisto enjoys chaos and believes himself to be a hell-raiser, mischievous and eccentric, priding himself in his ability to make light of a heavy mood and can be easily mistaken for a man with more money than sense. he is, however, frighteningly intelligent. on a different note, he is deeply interested in japanese pop culture, proudly stating that he is an otaku (that is, loves computers, anime/manga, and/or pop culture to the point that it negatively effects his social life); as well as being excessively fond of sweets. he can often be found with a with his ds in hand and a lollipop in his mouth.

✧°. snatch your chain and mace your eyes | relationships
& SINGLE ASF | CRUSHES: [ 0 ] | SLEEPS AROUND | [ i ] [ ii ]
& no maybe crush | no predetermined love interest | will flirt relentlessly
& a tad overbearing | whilst monogamous, a bit iffy about commitment
& dominant | enjoys having complete power over others | slight sadist
& adores physical contact, both casual and intimate | very touchy-feely
& terms of engagement | often touches others; like resting his head on the shoulder of his peers, covers their paw with his own, lying on them or seating himself excessively close to others. you have permission for y/c to powerplay throwing him off if they do not approve, but must ask for any sort of injury.

✧°. if it feels good, tastes good; it must be mine | stats
& EXTREME DIFFICULTY | SPECIAL ATTACK MASTERY: [ 100% ]
& emotion manipulation | ✮✮✮✮✮
& super speed / strength | ✮✮✮✮✮
& hellfire elemental [ blue ] | ✮✮✮✮✮
& wind elemental | ✮✮✮✮✮
& shapeshifting | ✮✮✮✮✮
& [abbr=scent / color manipulation, spirit absorption ( 2 ), glowing body fluids, invisibility, telekinesis, conjuration] other ( hover )[/abbr] | ✮✮✮✮✮
& uses umbrella as a sort of "magic wand" | it can also turn into a familiar
[color=#E5C7C9]& time traveler | dimension hopper | can control time at a ( physical ) price
[color=#E5C7C9]& to avoid seeming overpowered, i will only use two powers during a battle. however, seeing as this character is extremely experienced, i would prefer a challenging rival with the roughly the same amount of powers as mephisto. 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.

[color=#E5C7C9]✧°. heros always get remembered | other
[color=#E5C7C9]& may occasionally break the fourth wall
[color=#E5C7C9]& will provoke y/c, but will not initiate a fight directly
[color=#E5C7C9]& can powerplay nonviolent/peaceful actions - he'll love it
[color=#E5C7C9]& ask for injury. capture available with plot - pm to discuss.
[color=#E5C7C9]& attack in [color=#E7E8EC]#E7E8EC

[color=#E5C7C9][i]( but you know legends never die )

R. AKUTAGAWA · Dec 24th 2016

[size=8]The black mutt showed up shortly after his clanmate, cloak firmly wrapped around his bony frame. He was in poor condition, clearly malnourished. His silver eyes, however, held power far beyond his physical appearance, and he,too, coldly observed the visitor. When the odd fellow asked to be shown to camp, he coughing into his forearm but maintaining the glare. "Follow me, then."

[spoiler=INFORMATION TAGS]
[font=8pt]GENERAL INFO
— ryuunosuke akutagawa "ryu"
— twelve moons
— male; he/him
— npc xx npc
— based off akutagawa from bungou stray dogs
APPEARANCE
main ref | with cape | with rashomon
— medium-sized, lanky, long limbs
— black collie mix with white cheeks and eyebrows
— floppy ears
— sharp silver eyes reflect mood
— coughs frequently
— always wears cravat and cloak
— currently in poor condition
BATTLE TAGS
— hard without powers
— will start fights, will finish them
— electricity, water, earth elements
— conjuration
— memory/emotional manipulation
— molecular manipulation
— can conjure "rashomon" from cloak
— with "rashomon" he is extreme
— yes to mild/moderate injury; no kill

papikaxerses · Dec 24th 2016

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[glow=#95E79F,2,300]NEVER SEEM TO REACH TWINKLE CAN’T RELY ON A MIRACLE[/glow][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=#; border-top: 2px solid #95E79F; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 2px solid #95E79F; width: 400px; line-height: 180%; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;]Unlike Rick the young kitsune had absolutely no worries about the borders and who entered them. The fact that she was still just a child certainly attested to that though for why would she need to concern herself with such things? As far as Papika was concerned everyone was welcome in ColouredClan! Just as the little Blackblood was about to pass along into the next biome the sight of a lovely creature caught her attention, bright blue eyes widening excitedly as she swiftly changed directions. "Pretty!" she exclaimed in delight, aiming to wrap her arms around one of his tall forelegs in a sudden hug. The sight of the male's purple fur, dark hair, and interesting accessories filled her with joy, though soon her attention was dragged away by the sound of Ryu's cold voice. "You have to join first." Eh? But why? "Can't he visit for awhile? I still wanna try on his hat!" The child protested, a slight whine to her tone as her gaze shifted to the collie. It wasn't like Papika to argue like that (however tame it might be) but wasn't he being unfair? Mephie hadn't done anything wrong![/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-top: -15px; line-height: 130%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 7pt; color: #FFFFFF;]PAPIKA XERSES ✽ FEMALE ✽ TWO MONTHS ✽ BLACKBLOOD & FIELD MEDIC
KITSUNE ✽ ONE TAIL ✽ ORANGE FUR ✽ BLUE EYES ✽ PROBABLY MESSY[/fancypost]

R. AKUTAGAWA · Dec 24th 2016

[size=8]//psst I edited the post bc i forgot to read that he was just visiting oops

[spoiler=INFORMATION TAGS]
[font=8pt]GENERAL INFO
— ryuunosuke akutagawa "ryu"
— twelve moons
— male; he/him
— npc xx npc
— based off akutagawa from bungou stray dogs
APPEARANCE
main ref | with cape | with rashomon
— medium-sized, lanky, long limbs
— black collie mix with white cheeks and eyebrows
— floppy ears
— sharp silver eyes reflect mood
— coughs frequently
— always wears cravat and cloak
— currently in poor condition
BATTLE TAGS
— hard without powers
— will start fights, will finish them
— electricity, water, earth elements
— conjuration
— memory/emotional manipulation
— molecular manipulation
— can conjure "rashomon" from cloak
— with "rashomon" he is extreme
— yes to mild/moderate injury; no kill

NIGHTTALES XERSES · Dec 24th 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Hmm, well I suppose that there isn't anything particularly wrong with you taking a quick visit." Nighttales would resound with a light hum - even if they were wishing to trade off mere locations and maps of their territory, eventually, what did that matter? He was sure that every.. fairly knowledgeable and remotely intellectual enemy they had, already understood the gist of their territory - though, not the parts that mattered. Only actual members managed to grasp a good idea as to where those were, after all, and people simply.. adjusted to having them around, he supposed. Though, he wouldn't be surprised if there were still nooks and crannies of this land that even he didn't happen to know of.

Anyhow, the serval drew to a halt beside Papika, a light chuckle breezing by his parted jaws as he noted the manner by which she was quick to embrace the other's fore-limb. He could have mentioned something against it.. But, by this point, there was no real helping it, was there? Papika would, in the end, simply be Papika. The stranger, on the other hand - they were someone whom Nighttales happened to doubt, would mind it. Unless, such would be quite the flip in personality.. Though, then again, some people were like that - and had justifiable reasons for being a certain way towards certain subjects. "I'm Nighttales Xerses, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mephisto." He'd introduce himself additionally, a blithe grin gracing his jaws. "Oh, the sullen emo here, is Aktugawa - whereas the child clinging to your leg is Papika." The two hadn't yet introduced themselves after all, and he'd therefore opt to make up for such.

TAGS 01/12/2016

R. AKUTAGAWA · Dec 24th 2016

[size=8]Sullen emo?! Gritting his teeth, the mutt felt his fur bristle at the title he was given. Nonetheless it couldn't be taken back. "Yes, that's me. Call me a sullen emo and you won't have a pleasant say here." He said sourly, silver eyes almost lit with a kindling of anger. Why was he so angry? Well, he's just mad all the time. Idk.

[spoiler=INFORMATION TAGS]
[font=8pt]GENERAL INFO
— ryuunosuke akutagawa "ryu"
— twelve moons
— male; he/him
— npc xx npc
— based off akutagawa from bungou stray dogs
APPEARANCE
main ref | with cape | with rashomon
— medium-sized, lanky, long limbs
— black collie mix with white cheeks and eyebrows
— floppy ears
— sharp silver eyes reflect mood
— coughs frequently
— always wears cravat and cloak
— currently in poor condition
BATTLE TAGS
— hard without powers
— will start fights, will finish them
— electricity, water, earth elements
— conjuration
— memory/emotional manipulation
— molecular manipulation
— can conjure "rashomon" from cloak
— with "rashomon" he is extreme
— yes to mild/moderate injury; no kill

Hatari Domipish · Dec 25th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: #adb9c6; font-family:arial; font-size:14pt; line-height: 100%; text-transform: lowercase]Love, it will get you nowhere. You're on your own.
You fucking psycho. Your ass belongs to me now.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: #adb9c6; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: -10px; text-transform: lowercase]

Hatari would trot over and take her seat. Watching and waiting.

thinking - speaking - lilac