ANOTHER ONE | o, visiting, probably joining

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    it was about time he found a place to call home. he was no longer the kind to wander around all over hell and not settle down. no, he needed somewhere to come back to, a somewhere that could provide an adequate, hopefully reliable, square one. tarkin didn't exactly like the idea of being completely alone, even though he wasn't quite a social bug. but the feeling of absolute solitude was not his style. it was good to have others. there was strength in numbers, even if he would not fancy some of those who made these numbers, and he found it to be worthonest the effort to go find one. plus, there was no one to order around out there.


    so, the first place that he thought would match his desires came to be Windclan. he knew of it, of course, as well as others, and finding it was easier than counting to three. he wondered what kind of people he'd find here, as he'd heard numerous colorful stories. he was sure that there'd be at least some of the over-friendly chatty Cathys, and no-doubt the herd of wannabe heroes and saviors. There would be types of all sorts, ones that he'd all seen before. the cliques would show themselves like whores in neon windows. and there would even be a place for him, he supposed, with the scemers and late night dreamers, using their knowledge and skills to better their situation, and perhaps satisfy the underlying hunger for power in the meantime. the know-it-alls. he was a good know-it-all, in fact, he thought he could be a damn great one, with the right people. hopefully, this place would have them. if it didn't, he'd simply find the next.


    it didn't take long at all to travel to their chunk of tree-freckled moors. the description he had heard of almost exactly painted the image around him, and he learned immediately that it was the right place. the next, crucial step was to find one of the members and make a good impression. his steps were almost silent as he drifted through the grasses, an attribute that always stuck with him since his first months in the world, but for once he wasn't needing it, instead looking to be seen. the last thing he wanted to be was a sudden surprise to anyone.
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    info — updated 12/24


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    "Who are ya? Why ya here?" A low rumble sounded from a masculine identity. Amaterasu bounded out of some long grass, standing silver eyes to blue in front of the grey warrior. "Best not be a threat to ma clan. I'm watchin' ya." So intimidating, a tiny kit trying to threaten someone three times his size. And he hasn't even allowed him to speak yet. Suddenly the black feline sat down, and licked his paw, seeming relaxed. "But ya look really cool. This is WindClan, friend, ya'n the right place?" As he moved ,a silver camera shook on his chest, being hung from his neck. His wings were resting, no longer flexing out to make him look bigger.
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    [spoiler= and if i told you what i was, would you turn your back on me? | updated 12/21]

    black links are empty / speech / ic opinions


    [hr]GENERAL INFORMATION: [BIO]
    ► Amaterasu Saburo| "Terra"
    ► Panromantic, pansexual | Cisgender male
    ► August 10 | 4 moons [kit] | Ages real time
    ► Born in Windclan, continues to stay there.


    RELATIONSHIP INFO: [NOTES]
    ►Single | No Crush | Not Looking
    ►Pansexual, Panromantic
    ►npc x Victoria| Generation 1


    APPEARANCE: [Dragon/ Domestic Feline] | STATUS: Hungry [90%]
    ► A small black kitten with dragon wings and silver eyes.
    ►Slight bent ears towards each other.
    ► His claws have a toxic on them that can poison anyone he scratches.
    →Symptoms are: Fatigue, Nausea, sometimes rashes, and Thirst. Depending on size of wound, effects may very, and time the effects last may also vary. ONLY .001% OF ACTUALLY KILLING YOUR CAT UNLESS YOU WANT IT TOO.
    ► Camera given by Victoria Chase hanging from his neck.
    ►Vampirism overtakes this young child. He understands the concepts, but refuses to kill. Unknown to him, he is also 1/3 ghoul.
    ►Accessories:
    — physical disorders: none.
    — current injuries: none.


    PERSONALITY INFO AND BIO:
    ► Flirty, Playful, Attentive.
    ► Loyal, Courageous, Outgoing.
    ► Antagonizing, Annoying.
    ► Sometimes serious, if he gets too hungry- he’s an asshole.
    ► Talks without grammar and enunciating words.
    — disorders: Vampirism, Insomnia.
    ► When he was two moons, he revealed to his remaining parent that he was a vampire. She abandoned him in a not-so nice way.
    ► He's alone in this world, and refuses to share what he is in fear of losing his friends. Maybe if you get close enough... he'll tell you...
    ►Just found birth father. Doesn’t realize who he is yet.


    POWERS:
    ► Vampirism| Discovered- [un]mastered
    ► Toxic Claws| Discovered- Can be controlled.
    ► Flight| discovered- [un]mastered.


    CONFRONTATION & INTERACTION: [color=black][BATTLE NOTES]
    ► Very simple Difficulty | Toxic Claws | No Training
    ►Will Start Fights | Antagonizer
    ► Can powerplay peaceful or non-violent actions.
    ► To engage in combat: [color=teal]bold teal.

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    [ TARRRRRKIN <3 ]


    Nose crinkling slightly as she tottered after the other child, not exactly impressed by his rude attitude, the three moon old turned her golden optics up to the male feline, her head tilting to the side slightly as she hurriedly hummed, "I'm Victorianpup, welcome to Windclan! Are you looking for someone?" That's what some strangers were usually after, though she supposed most ended up joining.


    [ just saw rogue one and the cgi of him was amazing ]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]Mikasa guessed that she was the stranger that Victorianpup was referencing, and wondered why she was introducing herself so quickly. After all, the cat hadn't spoken yet, so she wasn't so sure of what his intentions were. He looked peaceful, and made no hostile move, so her suspicions were largely unfounded.


    The black leopard slowly padded behind the two kids, wide, grey eyes blinking at the stranger. She didn't have anything to say, except, "Have you seen anyone named Eren?" It felt rude to ask him a question like this while he was being bombarded by other questions, but she didn't care. It was trivial compared to the sliver of hope that he did have information.


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    "Maybe it's my old eyes, but I believe it's an old friend." The creaking voice of the Emperor called, staring at the Tom. "Tarkin, is that you?" The leopard's head raised to look at him, and gave a disgusting, yellow smile. "It's Irluuk, remember?" After all, he didn't want anyone to refer to him as the Emperor, here. Not until he was standing over Cherviltea's corpse.
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    [ ... ] LESSA REN SOLO.

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    ★ I wanna be your bit of light | updated 12/20/2016

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    perhaps he had been a little too focused on being noticed that he abruptly stopped and snapped his head towards the new voice. though, what minor surprise he felt almost instantly disappeared at the sight of the young lad before him. his brow quirked upwards in an intrigued, almost slightly judgemental fashion. a kit. just his luck.


    although he couldn't help but feel a little put off by being first acquainted with such a young and expressive person, the nagging reminder that they'd be clanmates pushed on, and tarkin knew he'd have to get over himself; for today, at least. his crisp blue eyes examined the new acquaintance as he spoke, ignoring the rather odd choice in comment and instead only bothering himself with the questions.


    "Yes, I am quite certain of that. I-" his curt reply was cut short as another arrived. the little white wolf excitedly announced herself to be Victorianpup. Charming. Though, before he could summon too much judgement on her, there was something peculiar about her that he could not quite place. perhaps it had been her eyes. either way, he would have to think on it later.


    blinking once, his tail flicked back and forth as he then responded to her. as far as he knew, there wasn't anyone he was dying to find yet. "Er- no, on the contrary, I am interested in acquiring a place among your clan." his posh attitude was already apparent in his tone as he spoke, almost in a way he was talking down to the two. of course, that was about as close to polite as he was going to get.


    the next person he encountered was someone who appeared a bit older, thankfully for him. he didn't think that two kits would have the authority or trust to allow a stranger into their home. his gaze travelled to meet the leopard's, before glancing to the side, pondering her question for a moment. had he met any other by that name? tarkin couldn't place it with any face he remembered. "I'm afraid I haven't." he replied with a shrug. even if he had recalled that someone, wilhuff wasn't exactly interested in it. perhaps if she was desperate- from what he could tell she seemed to be- she could look for him herself.


    from all these sudden questions and scattered thoughts, a pair of faces that came around brought a flicker of surprise to his piercing optics. a wiry smirk curled at his maw as he set his sights upon the leopard. "how could I forget? you haven't aged a day." finally, someone he could converse with on a more professional level. it turned out he was quite lucky after all, finding old friends once again.


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    info — updated 12/24


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    The tiniest of frowns pressed down on the wolf's maw at the familiarity passed between the Emperor and Tarkin; it was hardly like they needed another member of the sadistic old men club. "You're more than welcome to join," responded the child, ignoring the uneasy feeling pooling in her gut. She was hopeful that perhaps this Tarkin wouldn't behave like the Emperor and if not... well it'd be the next thing to deal with.
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    tags (updated 12/27)

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