I FINALLY FOUND MY WAY / ★ / OPEN, INJURIES

PERSEUS; · Dec 24th 2016

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Perseus wasn't upset because he'd gotten hurt.

That was, perhaps, the most prominent mark of an innocent soul, one that forgave someone for hurting it without question, and then turned to ask if the person doing the injuring was okay. The boy is covered in cuts and bruises, littering his sides and back. His head was well-protected, as was his stomach, so nothing was really fatal, anyway. The worst of the injuries was a somewhat deep cut on his exposed shoulder, almost from between his shoulder blades to to the edge of his elbow. And even that wasn't that bad, really. It just made it so walking hurt a little bit — more than a little bit, really, especially considering that it meant he wasn't able to keep up with Bat once all of it was over. And if Perseus is anything of a mess after this, that's the reason for it. He doesn't think that he's cried a lot in his life. Once, when he was alone in the hunger games. Another when he found Marauder, though those were happy tears. Now there are tears in his eyes yet again, the boy struggling with feelings that he couldn't really talk about. Not unless he wanted Marauder to get mad at his one friend in the world. That wouldn't be good, especially considering that Bat is already mad at himself for it.

That's the problem. He doesn't want him to be upset, he doesn't want him to hurt. Perseus is sitting at the edge of ScarClan's camp on the forest side, and it feels weird to think that he can ask for help with this. He doesn't know what it is, really, but maybe it's just because he's been in the hunger games and on his own and — he got used to hiding his injuries, that was all. But he's got Marauder now — no, he doesn't want Marauder to know, he just — "I need some — some bandages?" He doesn't mean for his voice to shake.

[injuries: cuts and bruises. longer gash on his left shoulder as well as slight burns on the same side. nothing too traumatizing.]
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*・°★ don't let them break you | information; updated 12/19/2016

MARAUDER · Dec 24th 2016

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Marauder had seen more than a few kids hurt in his lifetime. Never by his own hands of course, but living in ThunderClan, as large a clan as it had been back then, meant you wore a neon *ing sign on your back that you were an easy target. Other clans didn't have any qualms about hurting children; there'd been a few incidents when Jacket had pulled him literally out of the way of a fireball. That, and they had a few members among their ranks who were secretly *ed up. But being the "killing is bad" type, ThunderClan rarely did any permanent, long-lasting punishments that would really let people rest easier. Instead, they failed, and it led to Marauder getting it into his head that he could do better, and from there, it all went downhill for him. It wasn't his fault though, not completely. What the hell else was he supposed to do, when his best friend had been mutilated and the rest of the clan just sat there when their thumbs up their asses? Sasha deserved better than that. He had too, but that didn't hold true these days. However, what did stay -hell, it festered- was how much he despised those who hurt children.

This was even worse because it was Percy. His kid, his responsibility, and now he was here bleeding and burned and why couldn't he do anything right?

"Give me those." He didn't wait for a response to his command, snatching the bandages from some random NPC who had come to pitch in. Good for him, but nobody was touching Percy. Not right now. The caracal heaved in a breath, shoulders stiff as he strode over to the younger feline, his expression a dark thundercloud. "You're going to need salve for the burns. And more than just bandages." Marauder spoke gruffly, wanting to be gentle with Perc but clashing with how furious he was that someone- someone did this to him. He bit his cheek until it bled, but even that couldn't keep him from asking in a low, flat voice, "Who the hell is responsible for this. Give me a clan. Give me a face. I don't care just who."
[spoiler=tags (12/23)][justify][size=8][font=arial]GENERAL:
-Marauder
-Son of Coloredpencil and Alois
-1 year, six months
-Pansexual panromantic
-Former ThunderClanner, current ScarClanner
-½ Mars (famtp? w/ Perseus [two people who adopted each other])

BODY DESCRIPTION:
-Caracal dyed black with blue eyes
-Heavily scarred
-Broad shouldered and muscular
-Wears a red hoodie, sometimes switches it out for a brown leather jacket
-Has a red, white, and black friendship bracelet (DO NOT TOUCH)

INTERACTION:
-Difficulty depends on opponent and circumstances
-Name in bold red when attacking
-Ask for serious injury, request capture, closed to death
-Friendly actions can be powerplayed (at your character's own risk)

PERSONALITY:
-Holds serious grudges
-Aggressive with a quick temper, but will behave ~~most of the time.~~
-A bit of an asshole
-Strong emotions, not-so-great outlets
-Intelligent, and actually very well-read
-Possible abandonment issues
-Tends to say what he doesn't mean
-Protective af

Leonardo da Vinci A.R.W. · Dec 24th 2016

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[justify][font=georgia] "Rub this gently on the burns -- this one is for the gash."

Was it odd that the leader of what was once, and still sometimes was, a ruthless anticlan was a healer? There was an irony in that he was sure, but he remembered being a boy with a garden he tended to day after day and he was wistful about the fact that he would likely have no time for such things anymore. Regardless, he maintained a supply of herbs and salves for those who might injure themselves, his den a public space more often than not at this point. From mixes for his father to kits to bring into battle, he worked in his tent more than anything.

And now, the call for help and the anger rolling from Marauder brought over the blindfolded leader, and he made sure to stand closer to Marauder than Perseus, moving the salves towards the former. He wasn't stupid -- he wouldn't think to try and treat the child without express permission, and distaste rolled in his chest, jaw tight. Not for the others, but because he would rather like to know who decided to beat a child.

"I've some experience in healing, if you'd allow me to help."[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 50px; width: 300px; margin-left: -100px; margin-top: -10px; font: 22px georgia;][shadow=black,right]leonardo da vinci[/shadow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: 30px; margin-top: -45px; margin-left: -70px; font: 16px georgia; letter-spacing: -1px;]i ain't no man, go back to the king

[align=center][spoiler= 14/12][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][font=georgia]⚜ GENERAL
-- leonardo da vinci aureus rayan-winchester
-- mentally male | physically changes
-- four or five years old | gay
-- centurion (leader) of scarclan

⚜ RECENT EVENTS
-- is struggling with his soul, fracturing (invisibly)

⚜ RELATIONSHIPS
-- jupiter winchester x ferdinand rayan | G??
-- widower | "it's complicated" | 1/2 of chemo
-- crushing on chemical warfare
-- the father to several

⚜ APPEARANCE
SILVER JAGUAR [current/main] 86%
-- he's still rather small for a jaguar, but he's still a jaguar, his large muscles are better used for climbing and sprinting, motion graceful and swift. he moves with a swing to his hips, unless he's in pain, in which case he manages only to walk normally, or stiffly. his face is always covered by a blindfold, but beneath it is a pair of eyes that either glow bright colours while he's using powers or have the pattern of galaxies, moving about like organic universes.

SILVER MARGAY [NOT IN USE] 50%
-- slim, and smaller than some domestics, he manages to be incredibly graceful in spite of the blindfold constantly covering his eyes. below the blindfold (which is rarely taken off), he has horrible scars around his eyes as though someone tried to scoop them out. his eyes are like windows to other galaxies, and looking into them is like extreme stargazing. he doesn't show people his eyes usually.

⚜ PERSONALITY
he's sly and mischievous and might be a little flirty depending on whether or not he's trying to manipulate someone (that someone usually the object of his affection). he's fiercely protective of his children and family and is set in his ways from time to time. he's a silvertongue and prefers to use words but is not above manipulation of other types -- he generally avoids physical conflict. he's known to mediate and be levelheaded but recently has emotional outbursts due to mental and spiritual stress.

⚜ [color=grey]INTERACTIONS
-- avoids physical conflict | uses powers extensively
-- physically easy | mentally impossible
-- attack in BOLD AND NOTICEABLE text
-- unlimited contact allowed from: chemical warfare, ferdinand rayan, bellua cipher

PERSEUS; · Dec 24th 2016

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He looks mad. Not at him; rationally, Perseus knows that. It's not really his fault, and all he asked for was bandages, anyway, but things had changed since he got captured. The boy finds himself fighting a need to shrink a little bit, though strangely enough it's paired with an urge to hide under him. It was something that he hadn't been able to do anything about, when he was stuck with a bunch of other children who tolerated him at best, and would likely abandon him if he ended up as deadweight. They didn't want him that close, and he couldn't let himself be seen as weak anyway. But Marauder is angry and he doesn't like people being angry at him anymore. Anxious paws knead into the winter-dead ground, yet he goes from nervous to defiant when the caracal asks for the person responsible. "Marauder, no, it's not like that, he didn't —" The boy chews on his own cheek, an expression learned from watching him, but his isn't angry. "It's not like that, don't be mad."

It wasn't fair to blame people for what they didn't really do. Perc knows what it's like to be cautious, of course, but there's something different. He doesn't think that Leonardo da Vinci (how did you shorten that?) had done much wrong, though not everyone was perfect, either. Marauder doesn't seem to like him, but that wasn't really surprising. Marauder didn't really like anyone. Muddied eyes flicker between the two adults, a subtle lean to his body as if he's liable to hide under the caracal at any moment, yet he calms down instead. Or he tries to. The boy couldn't say what exactly it was about the injuries throbbing on his skin that make him flightier than usual, maybe it's just because he'd learned to run when someone wanted to hurt him, but they don't deserve that. He breathes. "Could you see my injuries?" The question is a good sign, at least — he wouldn't ask if he didn't think that it was an okay time, or if he thought he wasn't safe with the two adults.
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*・°★ don't let them break you | information; updated 12/19/2016

Leonardo da Vinci A.R.W. · Dec 27th 2016

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[justify][font=georgia] "Could I see them? No. Not quite. I don't see the way that you might -- but I can smell blood, and have much experience with injuries. Mine and others."

It's not much of a tell, he's not giving up too much about himself and he's never really considered himself a secretive creature but he supposed that he tended to come off that way. He prefers to think of himself as reserved rather than reclusive, but that's not the entire truth and he is vaguely aware of that. However, he sees no point in lying about his abilities -- he can be cryptic from time to time, but that doesn't restrict him from attempting to be kind to his clanmates, to trying to serve. Was that not the purpose of a leader? To serve? He was certain that that was the case, that he was meant to be as much for Scarclan as he was of Scarclan. However, he made no moves closer, instead staying calm and still, expression offering not but the smallest inclination towards Percy of affection, or concern. Again, he deferred to Marauder in this moment -- leader though he may be, that did not give him permission to act on another's child even with the best interests in mind.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 50px; width: 300px; margin-left: -100px; margin-top: -10px; font: 22px georgia;][shadow=black,right]leonardo da vinci[/shadow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: 30px; margin-top: -45px; margin-left: -70px; font: 16px georgia; letter-spacing: -1px;]i ain't no man, go back to the king

[align=center][spoiler= 14/12][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][font=georgia]⚜ GENERAL
-- leonardo da vinci aureus rayan-winchester
-- mentally male | physically changes
-- four or five years old | gay
-- centurion (leader) of scarclan

⚜ RECENT EVENTS
-- died
-- is struggling with his soul, fracturing (invisibly)

⚜ RELATIONSHIPS
-- jupiter winchester x ferdinand rayan | G??
-- widower | single | 1/2 of chemo
-- crushing on chemical warfare
-- the father to several

⚜ APPEARANCE

PRAIRIE DOG [CURRENT/MAIN] 57%
-- An unfortunate mishap involving a sudden death and loss of shapeshifting shoved the leader into a small prairie dog, with tan fur and constantly closed eyes.

SILVER JAGUAR 86%
-- he's still rather small for a jaguar, but he's still a jaguar, his large muscles are better used for climbing and sprinting, motion graceful and swift. he moves with a swing to his hips, unless he's in pain, in which case he manages only to walk normally, or stiffly. his face is always covered by a blindfold, but beneath it is a pair of eyes that either glow bright colours while he's using powers or have the pattern of galaxies, moving about like organic universes.

⚜ PERSONALITY
he's sly and mischievous and might be a little flirty depending on whether or not he's trying to manipulate someone (that someone usually the object of his affection). he's fiercely protective of his children and family and is set in his ways from time to time. he's a silvertongue and prefers to use words but is not above manipulation of other types -- he generally avoids physical conflict. he's known to mediate and be levelheaded but recently has emotional outbursts due to mental and spiritual stress.

⚜ INTERACTIONS
-- avoids physical conflict | uses powers extensively
-- physically easy | mentally impossible
-- attack in BOLD AND NOTICEABLE text
-- unlimited contact allowed from: chemical warfare, ferdinand rayan, bellua cipher