COURAGE OF STARS | OPEN, BAT NEEDED

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He's forgotten about Christmas. He knows what it is but he isn't old enough to have celebrated it before. The holiday is already over but the puma can see the traces of it around the territory while he limps through it. 104 isn't glad he's missed it, and he's not sad, either; he can't care more or less about something he doesn't know anything about. He is curious, though. Why use a tree parasite to kiss under? Why does a fat man with a beard bring children presents when they're good? 'Traditions are old. Sometimes people forget why but they still do them.' Other than Christmas, the puma is more focused on everything he has missed (aside from sleep). He's not a social person and there are new people here; it puts him on his guard more than before. Someone might have survived from the fight or they could be someone she's sent to round up her soldiers again. Fred would rather die than kill one of those people again, though he wouldn't make it that easy for her.

This child isn't here for him. He says he's here for Bat, and he's another reminder of what 104 has not experienced, but he does see the hints of wounds the jacket does mostly an adequate job of hiding. 'Bat? The one I sparred?' Bat doesn't sound like a popular name so he assumes it's the same person, and he chooses to speak and break the silence he's made when he stared at the smaller feline. "If he's here, he'll come." Discomfort flutters in his ribs, but that's easily ignored. He's had worse.
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[spoiler=TAGS; 12/23]
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= Fantasycubpaw (alias); 104, Frederic
= Six months, appears and acts older
= NPC parents
= HawkClan member
= Single, too young
= Tannish blond puma with leaf-green eyes; much taller than average; oddly muscular for his age
= Wears dog tags with braille lettering (Sam-034)
= INJURIES:
- Several broken ribs
- Broken front right leg
- Disillusioned
- Part of left ear missing
- Covered in claw wounds and bite marks
BATTLE:
= Medium difficulty
= Super strength, quickened reflexes, heightened senses
= Attack in slate gray italics
= Heavy hitter who can work offense or defense
= Reasonable injuries allowed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]Christmas was an idea that passed over the child's head. She may be reaching the age where physically she is nearly indistinguishable from an adult lupine, but Conduit embodied the heart of a child. With boundless energy (so much that it often caused her eyes to glow) and an insatiable thirst for adventure, the lanky juvenile spent more time racing around doing things than taking time to understand the celebrations she partook in. Connie could not care less about why they ate a slightly larger meal on the twenty-fifth of December, it was just food. Besides, there were so many people to talk to and places to explore.

Such was the plan for today: with a pack full of snacks and low-level healing supplies slung around her torso and a grin on her face, the golden eyed canine was ready for a fun day out in the forest. Not only two minutes into her adventure did she pick up on the scent of a stranger. Powerful wings flapped twice, the primary feathers stretching out to make minor adjustments that allowed the girl to swing around and barely avoid hitting a tree. She was getting good at flying - it was exhilarating. Upon arriving at the source of this new smell, Conduit beat the air several times, allowing her body to perform a semi-hover as she slowly sunk to the ground. "Hey guys," greeted the young lady, folding her wings neatly against her side. Briefly, her attention flickered to Fantasypaw. Just the other day, she came upon him bleeding in the forest. He still unnerved her, but even so she flashed him a warm smile in greeting.

"I'm not Bat, but I came to say hi anyways," she said to the unknown male at the border. "My name is Conduit, but you can call me Connie. Nice to meet you, Perseus." So he was here to see Bat? Hey, she knew that kid. He was very broody and grumpy all the time. Come to think of it, most boys here were broody and mysterious and all-around Debbie downers. She shot Fantasypaw a pointed look as the thought crossed her mind, eyes narrowing and lips twisting into an uncharacteristic frown. But it lasted only a moment, and her normal self quickly returned. "Actually, would anyone like a snack while we wait?" She glanced at both boys. "I've got a whole bunch stashed in my pack."
[hr][sub][spoiler=info | updated 12/23]general
- hadrian mortis x wendy darling
- four months | mature in a childish way
- adopted by megaera darling
- timber wolf with golden eyes | hawk wing mutations | ref
- athletic build | on the small side
- female | feminine pronouns
- channels pure energy | her eyes glow gold when she possesses an abundance of energy | constantly does stuff in order to exercise all of her energy out

interaction
- demiromantic ???sexual
- single | no crush
- difficult mentally | easy physically
- ability to glow, conjuration, elemental powers
-chaotic good, seeker of justice, strong moral compass, naive, courageous, extrovert, mannerly and courteous

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]"I'm here." Not that he wants to be, but.. he doesn't have a choice in the matter. His name's called and he comes to investigate, even if he immediately regrets it. And he's a mess, but not as much as he knows Perseus is. Sure, he's still half-limping, a subtle slope to his step that betrays the injuries he inflicted upon himself during brief moments of control, but that's nothing in comparison to what he did to Perc. He could've killed the other boy, had the demons wanted it, and he doesn't know why they didn't (the guilt of having to see him again, bruised and beat up, maybe? Maybe they just want Bat to feel like a real monster — and if so, then he congratulates them, because he does), and yet he's still here, asking for him. Bat doesn't understand. He doesn't understand, because Perseus shouldn't want to see him unless it's to slap him, and for some reason, he doesn't think that's the case.

The lion's expression flits between confusion, relief and shame, jaw clenching in a brief flash of teeth, but it's not at Perseus. He's not even looking at the male when he does it, finally refocusing and shifting his weight. He tries not to frown. Focuses on the jacket, on anything but the elephant in the room. "Perc." He sounds baffled, and he is, really. Afraid, but he won't let that show. Not while there're others here. "Why are you— are you okay?"

[spoiler=——————————— i am my father's son | updated 12/26]

DID YOU CATCH YOUR OWN REFLECTION ϟ GENERAL INFO:
✩ BATPUP[CUB] AL GHŪL | PREV. ROGUECUB | USUALLY GOES BY BAT
✩ Unknown sexuality | No[?] pref. | Largely uninterested; young | Cis ♂
✩ 4 months | Birthday: 25th August | Semi real-timed, semi weird ageing
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Current Regent [HP] of HawkClan | Former Guardian [SHP] of WindClan

[color=#e8e4d9]IN THE KNIFE MY MOTHER HELD ϟ RELATIONSHIPS:
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Single | Not really looking | No current crushes or maybe crushes.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Son of Darkknight and Talia [NPC mother; killed] | Generation two.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ No mentor [open] | An only child; no siblings [adopted/biological]
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Unsocialised; struggles with friendship. Sometimes aloof/standoffish.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ ½ Batperc [brotp; Perseus] | Other ships will go here. | ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅛

[color=#e8e4d9]APPEARANCE: [color=white][AFRICAN LION] | [color=#e8e4d9]STATUS: DAMAGED [67%]
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Tiny; much stronger than he should be. Flexible, acrobatic and lean.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Has short, dark grey fur with paler undertones. Speckled at borders.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ A mood ring; changes colour based on his emotions. [color=white][MORE INFO]
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ [color=white]League of Assassins symbol freezebranded onto his right shoulder.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ A high-alpha dual-abomination; see below for additional information.
— [color=#e8e4d9]INJURIES/ILLNESSES: Badly burnt paw, scratches and bruises.

[color=#e8e4d9]OR THE HELL IN MY FATHER'S EYES ϟ ABOMINATION INFO:
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Possessed by a Rage Demon [weak] and a Pride Demon [powerful].
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Prone to random fits of violence. Gains fire and electricity elementals.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Over time, host and parasites become harder to distinguish. Merged.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Nature varies based on dominant demon. See [color=white][NOTES] for more info.
— [color=#e8e4d9]CONTROL LEVEL: Medium-high [~65%]
— [color=#e8e4d9]STABILITY: Incredibly low [~15%]

[color=#e8e4d9]IF YOU CAN'T SOAR WITH THE EAGLES ϟ PERSONALITY:
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Batpup is his own character, with several inspirations:
— Stalker Incident!Damian Wayne [med-high], Kylo Ren [med]
— Tybalt Capulet [med], Carver Hawke [med?], Draco Malfoy [low]
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Complex; confident, yet also self-doubting. Hides his insecurities well.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Replaces fear with determination. Not chatty, but speaks his thoughts.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Has incredibly high standards; known for being very tough on himself.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Always striving for self-perfection, yet hates being criticised by others.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Precocious; aware of limits and repeatedly pushes past them anyway.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Argumentative and judgemental. Productive, conflicted and damaged.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Struggling with his own identity + purpose. A gold-hearted Slytherin.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Possessive, jealous and vulnerable. Needs reassurance, but rejects it.

[color=#e8e4d9]THEN DON'T FLY WITH THE FLOCK ϟ COMBAT + INTERACTION:
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Non-demon: Medium physical difficulty | Medium mental difficulty
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Rage demon: Hard physical difficulty | Simpler mental difficulty
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Pride demon: Extreme physical difficulty | Extreme mental difficulty
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Will [gladly] start fights | Refuses to surrender | Aggressive, skilled
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ All nonviolent, friendly and/or peaceful actions can be powerplayed.
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ Unlimited contact accepted from the following:
— Darkknight, Stevie, Megaera, Perseus, Boywonder, Littlepaw[?]
[color=#e8e4d9]✩ To engage in combat, use [color=white]bold white, [color=black]black or [u]bold underlined.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]Fear emanates from the strange boy (yet another to add to her increasingly long list of broody males she has encountered thus far) in droves. It is more subtle than one might expect, but pheromones are pheromones; predators can just sense that stuff. Connie was taken aback when she realized that this boy - Percy - might actually be afraid of her. Even if only for a second. It saddened her, trying to deduce how someone near her own age could come to fear children. No matter how optimistic her thinking, reality always broke down her door as if the universe was trying to point out the world wasn't uniformly pretty no matter how well she colored within the lines. And yet, her warm smile still remained.

"Percy," she repeated, trying out the sound of it. "I like it. Perseus sounds like a name you gotta grow into." What was it like to have such an important name? Did she have an important name? No, probably not. Connie had no clue what "Conduit" meant, but if she did, she would have found the entire situation incredibly ironic considering she was basically a living battery; a being that channeled pure energy. His interest in her treasure trove of snacks nearly sends the youngster into a frenzy: nothing excites her more than love and validation. "Weeeellll," somehow she manages to remove her pack with startling dexterity for someone who practically embodied "clumsy." "I have some assorted meat jerky-stuff, some berries, a stick for when I'm just bored and not actually hungry, and some fresher meat I caught like two minutes ago..."

The arrival of Batpup distracted her momentarily. Yep, she knew she recognized the name. One time in Windclan, she spoke to him. All that stuck with her was the impression that he was incredibly boring and even more depressing than anything else. Plus he made her sad, for some reason. But the brief moment of hesitation dissipated as soon as it arrived. Connie considered offering him something to eat to, but instead small jaws snapped shut and she decided to back off to the side and let the friends talk. She did not want to intrude on whatever it is Percy needed Bat for.
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His intact ear swivels when he hears the disturbance in the air belonging to wings, and then there's the thump of a body landing on the ground. He barely looks at who it is since he already knows, and he wishes he didn't because of the smile she gives him. It has to be last thing she wants to do. He looks back fully at the Perseus child, Conduit's idle commentary white noise to the puma who doesn't fully acknowledge any of it. It's not meant for him and he wouldn't know what to say anyway. 104 lowers his stare to the child's paws, so he isn't staring at him fully. 104 doesn't answer, when he tells them to call him Percy; there wouldn't be anything to say to it so he keeps with his observations. He's small, and most of them are in comparison to 104. He is even taller than many of the other cadets, even John, but Sam was one of the few people his age taller than him. He doesn't like using the past tense with that. 'What did she say?' Leaf green eyes go back to the winged wolf, catching her frown, and the rest of her sentence about snacks. 104 shakes his head; whatever she has, he doubts he could eat it even if he were hungry, but he should eat something. Caloric intake is important with the things she did to make them the way they are. That might be why he's reluctant to do it.

He breathes through his ribs' ache and wants to leave, suddenly. He's not right, here. The child isn't comfortable with him, and the other isn't either, but he stays until he hears Bat's voice. That is all he waited for in the beginning, to make sure it was settled. Conduit moves away to the side, slightly removing herself, though Fred goes further than that and limps in the direction he came from, away from people he discomforts. He will find...Something to do.
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[spoiler=TAGS; 12/23]
[justify]BASICS:
= Fantasycubpaw (alias); 104, Frederic
= Six months, appears and acts older
= NPC parents
= HawkClan member
= Single, too young
= Tannish blond puma with leaf-green eyes; much taller than average; oddly muscular for his age
= Wears dog tags with braille lettering (Sam-034)
= INJURIES:
- Several broken ribs
- Broken front right leg
- Disillusioned
- Part of left ear missing
- Covered in claw wounds and bite marks
BATTLE:
= Medium difficulty
= Super strength, quickened reflexes, heightened senses
= Attack in slate gray italics
= Heavy hitter who can work offense or defense
= Reasonable injuries allowed