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information ★[abbr=address with name in #a94c80, lucidreverie x charcoal, no mate/crush, offspring (full list of offspring on bio): damiano muzikant] interaction[/abbr] ★ [abbr=telepathy, ability to glow (eyes glow a bright light pick color when angry or when experiencing an intense emotion. he goes 'berserk' and into a fit of uncontrollable fury and rage or intensely tries to accomplish a goal/motive), manipulation of scents, invisibility, shape shifting (bodies are under 'BODIES' category), project and manipulate emotions, the sight, absorbing spirits to gain 9 lives (3/9), conjuration, teleportation, sound wave manipulation, super senses, elemental powers, telekinesis] powers [/abbr]★ [abbr=FORM #1: birth body; Turkish angora domestic feline; cream tomcat with dark black tabby markings and vibrant fuchsia colored eyes; fuchsia and black butterfly wings . reference in mobile tags below . FORM #2: bipedal & mutated angora domestic feline; long & plush pelt; light purple-grey tom with darker purple stripes; white tipped ears, forepaws, tail, & white muzzle marking; has dark fuchsia-pink eyebrows; vibrant fuchsia colored eyes; walks upright most of the time but moves on four legs when acting quickly; mutated to have opposable thumbs & skeletal structure that allows humanoid-like movement; reference in mobile tags below~]bodies/forms [/abbr] ★ #fusionbtch

[fancypost bgcolor=#e1a2dc; bordercolor=transparent; width: 260px; background: linear-gradient(#a94c80, #263946); borderwidth=0px][justify][color=#ffe6f4][font=arial][size=9pt]Yuri brushed his paws through his zagged long fur. He was constantly trying to tame the pelt of his. This body’s fur didn’t lay silky and nice like his other forms’. This body’s mane was akin to a werewolf’s pelt despite Yuri’s attempts to keep it groomed and kempt. He was passing through the town when he heard Euphemia’s offer. He was particular interested. He was not fond of clothing items he did not personally pick out himself. The winter winds were biting, sure, but he was never very cold- at least not daily. ”I will have to pass this up. My fur works fine for warmth and if not I have my own stuff. Although if you know how to get this mess to work for me that would be something helpful you could do~” He ambled over to stand near the small tomcat. Yuri indicated his pelt when he said “mess” by attempting to smooth his fox-like tail as well as the curls of hair on his chest. He hummed lowly and unhappily as he did so.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Nighttales arrived shortly after Yuri, seating himself briefly beside the individual, before his mismatched orbs would eventually drift towards the array of fabrics which Euph had arranged for them. "Huh, this is very kind of you, Euph." The serval would add, pausing momentarily, and contemplating as to whether he was fine or not. He personally believed that he would be alright.. However, if he thought about it, he supposed that maybe a scarf wouldn't be too bad? He'd reach forwards briefly, attempting to unravel a brief, black scarf from the plethora of contents it remained tucked within. "Thanks." He'd add, mismatched orbs returning to Euphemia briefly, as he'd offer the other a light grin, and a nod.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]Unless Euphemia, she definitely minded the cold. She wasn't a fan of the weather like this and it only discouraged her from being around others and figuring out what the hell happened to her. "Can I get a hat?" Tara inquired, gesturing to the bloody bandage wrapped around her head (which she definitely needed to change).
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The long-haired male took a deep breath and ambled over to the Colouredclanners. Taking a seat beside his father, he offered him a nod, before he turned to look at Euphemia. A frown replaced the previous smile he had on his lips as he stared at the trainee. Things were still awkward between them, so he didn't have much to say. He hated the cold weather and really wanted to reach for a scarf or a hat, but his pride was against it. The Bodyguard took one look at the box and childishly lifted his nose in the air. He clicked his tongue and decided that he was too good for the clothes the male was offering them. The box looked like it was for the needy or a homeless shelter. He wouldn't stoop so low to take something like that. "Hmph!" he huffed. After he made sure that Euphemia was looking at him, he stomped away in a pompous manner. He didn't need clothes as the crown he had on was just fine. As he ambled away from the group, the star charm attached to his necklace swayed from side to side. The Muzikant boy didn't even know that he was still wearing it.
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[spoiler=♢ — updated 12/25][size=7pt]general. [biography] [thread hub]
♢ damiano muzikant sixx puppeteer norwood | dami [dah-me] | cismale
♢ 8 months | 8 months mentally/spiritually | ages real time
♢ bisexual autoromantic | he/him pronouns
♢ colouredclan bodyguard | no titles

important facts/events.
♢ hates getting dirty
♢ has a british accent
♢ goes crazy without his mirror
♢ has a fear of being forgotten
♢ 'future leader' of colouredclan
♢ promoted to bodyguard (12/10)

physical. [reference]
★ DOMESTIC FELINE [birth & main] | health: 100%
— a light purple turkish angora with a pair of violet eyes. his pelt is long and well groomed, while his body is well-built. matching his almond-shaped eyes, are dark purple stripes and patterns that embellish his coat and fluffy tail. and oddly enough, only one side of his face is covered by these stripes while the other is not. he is also a bit undersized as he is shorter than most males. growing out of his back, are a pair of beautiful peach-hued butterfly wings that are outlined by a black-purple color.
♢ gold crown adorned with a single butterfly-shaped ruby
♢ gold necklace with a star charm attached to it (from euphemia)
♢ burgundy satchel holding his gold hand mirror
[injuries] n/a

relationships. [heart chart]
♢ single | crushing on himself
♢ ½ of ______
♢ yuri muzikant x npc
♢ mentor: yuri muzikant

personality.
♢ narcissistic | sarcastic | childish | pompous | stubborn
♢ blunt | rigorous | insensitive | ambitious | competitive
♢ impatient | pessimistic | dramatic | insecure | neat | dense
♢ envious | selfish | emotional | prideful | devoted | overconfident

powers.
♢ conjuration [discovered] [mastered]
♢ teleportation [discovered] [mastered]
♢ shapeshifting [undiscovered]
♢ telekinesis [undiscovered]

interaction/confrontation.
♢ closed to capture, torture, and death
♢ easy mentally | medium physically
♢ attack in bold #8f6b9b or risk being ignored
♢ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions

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_{Neo made her way over and nodded a silent thank you to Euphemia. She then began digging her paws into the box to look for something nice and warm to wear before pulling out a silky pastel pink colored scarf. The soft material was enough to make the fox smile in delight, quickly wrapping it around her neck before tugging a pair of brown mittens as well as a white hat. The colors matched the ice-cream theme that seemed to hang around Neo, but it hadint been entirely intentional. Neo just happened to love the colors and think they generally suited her well.
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[align=center][font=georgia][size=30pt]YURI MUZIKANT[/size]
information ★[abbr=address with name in #a94c80, lucidreverie x charcoal, no mate/crush, offspring (full list of offspring on bio): damiano muzikant] interaction[/abbr] ★ [abbr=telepathy, ability to glow (eyes glow a bright light pick color when angry or when experiencing an intense emotion. he goes 'berserk' and into a fit of uncontrollable fury and rage or intensely tries to accomplish a goal/motive), manipulation of scents, invisibility, shape shifting (bodies are under 'BODIES' category), project and manipulate emotions, the sight, absorbing spirits to gain 9 lives (3/9), conjuration, teleportation, sound wave manipulation, super senses, elemental powers, telekinesis, ability to grow] powers [/abbr]★ [abbr=FORM #1: birth body; Turkish angora domestic feline; cream tomcat with dark black tabby markings and vibrant fuchsia colored eyes; fuchsia and black butterfly wings . reference in mobile tags below . FORM #2: bipedal & mutated angora domestic feline; long, plush, & jagged pelt; light purple-grey tom with darker purple stripes; white tipped ears, forepaws, tail, & white muzzle marking; has dark pink eyebrows; vibrant fuchsia colored eyes; walks upright on two legs most of the time but moves on four legs when acting quickly; mutated with the ability to grow & stands 4 feet/122 centimeters tall when standing upright; mutated to have opposable thumbs & skeletal structure that allows humanoid-like movement & appearance; reference in mobile tags below~]bodies/forms [/abbr] ★ #fusionbtch

[fancypost bgcolor=#e1a2dc; bordercolor=transparent; width: 260px; background: linear-gradient(#a94c80, #263946); borderwidth=0px][justify][color=#ffe6f4][font=arial][size=9pt]Yuri was aware other people had approached. He heard Nighttales’ voice and Tara and Akutagawa speaking about hats. Yuri had continued to try to smooth out his fur but little progress was made. He perhaps needed to shampoo it and brush it and definitely condition it but he would have to be home to do all of that. Unfortunately running a paw through it was the best he could do for now. He was very much above wild animal practices of licking fur with his tongue. Just eww, no.

Yuri glanced around to the others after a moment of being concerned with himself. He saw that Tara and Nighttales had approached to take gifts. Akutagawa was already wearing his, a bright red knit. His son’s high pitched voice found his ears. Humph, he had said. Yuri returned the respectful nod of acknowledgement that Damiano offered him, but watched the purple-hued prince interestedly. It was clear Dami wanted nothing from the box of winter clothing either. But something interesting Yuri noticed was the glance Dami gave Euphemia before he stormed away. Dami had some beef with Euphemia then? Good. Yuri could vaguely relate despite his harsh feelings towards the male not being personal.

Yuri swished his tail and let Dami get away a few paw steps before the elder Muzikant stepped after him. His face was mostly devoid of emotion aside from a faint frown tugged down one side of his maw. It was no good to see something bothering little Damiano. As Dami’s father and a Muzikant it was somewhat his job to find out what the issue was.

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[glow=#C6A6AB,2,300]BUT WE'LL KEEP ON TRYING, AGAIN AND AGAIN: “YES” “NO”[/glow][/fancypost]

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Twisted didn't mind the cold, but, if you asked him, he would say he doesn't care for a lot of things. Still, he loved getting new things, even if this time, it wasn't a toy. Bounding over to the box, the kit removed a thin, navy blue scarf. It was longer than him and, even when he wrapped it around his neck, a few inches of the garment still dragged across the ground. After he had positioned the scarf in a way he liked, his focus moved to Papika, who had chosen her own hat. "That's real funny!" he giggled at the now rabbit-eared kitsune. The comment wasn't meant to be mocking, but it could have been taken that way.
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