WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS |OPEN INVITE| & A HAPPY NEW YEAR

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GENERAL INFORMATION / [color=white]LINK HUB / [color=white]PINTEREST BOARD
Darkknight / Win / Previously Wintersoldier / HawkClan Warchief / Male
Born February Nineteenth / Age Unknown / Physically Twenty Months Old
Demi-Biromantic Bisexual / Generally Uninterested / Taken by Boywonder
NPC x NPC, Deceased / Father [x NPC] of Batpup / Apprentice: Littlepaw

[color=#C5C1B6]PHYSICALITY / [color=white]REFERENCE. / [color=#C5C1B6]STATUS: GOOD [95%] / BRUISED
A charcoal-slate american lion with darker rosettes mostly around his hindquarters with a paler underbelly and throat and a short, somewhat scruffy mane that's grown a bit thicker with winter. Fur isn't as short as you would expect, generally a neat sort of mess. Alarmingly large and intimidating. Muscular but incredibly quick for his size. Covered in scars, notably a silvery bite mark on the side of his neck and another scar just above that. Very pale ice blue eyes, often appearing silvery or almost white in certain lighting. White [color=white]symbol freezebranded on his right hip.

[color=#C5C1B6]PERSONALITY / [color=white]BROKEN ACE / [color=white]FRIEND TO CHILDREN / [color=white]1 / [color=white]2
Vaguely inspired by Batman/Bruce Wayne, Midnighter/Lucas Trent, and the Tiger King of Kandahar [Tiger; Grayson comics]. Overall a somewhat abrasive, domineering personality up front. Hard to get along with, irritable, and doesn't take orders well. Disciplied and almost always in control. (Not So) Secretly a gigantic softy, especially towards children who have been through some sort of trauma. Not very good at affection, but he does try, most of the time. Usually oddly charismatic and surprisingly trustworthy for an ex-assassin. He's been pretty friendly as of late but don't expect it to last. He's kinda moody. Please hug him, he needs it.

[color=#C5C1B6]COMBAT AND INTERACTION / [color=white]COMBAT PRAGMATIST
Overall [color=#C5C1B6]High Difficulty / Trained Assassin and Weapons Expert / Asshole
Instigates Fights but [color=#C5C1B6]Rarely Hits First / Aggressive but Overall Defensive
Unafraid of fighting dirty and will use his surroundings to his advantage
Attack in [color=#C5C1B6]bold #C5C1B6 or similar / PM for Serious Injury or Capture??
Friendly actions may be powerplayed, might be disliked unless it's from:
— Boywonder, Batpup, Stevie, Megaera, Supernatural, Littlepaw, children

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Usually Colin was extremely early or slightly late, nothing in between as it normally played out. This time he too, as Kalani had been, was a bit late, trudging through the snow after Win to view the same message. Soon the white feline was next to the warcheif, glancing down at the handwritten note that remained a bit sloppy. Masquerade. The word felt foreign despite hearing it many times before, he knew what it meant very well just never experienced one of his own. Glancing up at the older male who had gotten there first, a frown etched subtly into his expression. "I do think I'll pass," the male mused, glancing back down at the thin slightly snow covered piece of paper. Although Win was right, anybody could go and have fun- just not Colin, it wasn't his type.

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A masquerade? That sounded fun. He walked over in happy steps only to brush up against his father who he was slowly starting to tower, he was very close to becoming an apprentice and in all honesty, he couldn't wait. He blinked hearing his parent might go and he asked with a flick of his striped tail "Can Polaris go too, papa?" He did say to go outside of camp only if he had an older member with him and this was one of those times.
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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:440px;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;line-height:130%][justify][size=9pt][font=constantia]Shining turned his head to the side to look down- wait, no. Polaris was indeed almost starting to grow taller than his father. Domestic felines never did grow all that big compared to tigers and other such animals. And in Hawkclan, half the creatures here were gigantic. But the striped tom liked his current physique and size. "As long as you stay close to me, I don't see why not," Shining told his son. Skyclan were good people- he had dealt with them even before returning to Hawkclan- but he didn't want Polaris running off again.[/justify]