PRISMACOLOR STARS || WEEKLY TASKS 1/2-1/8

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    [size=9pt]and yet nothing remains except for our regrets[/size]


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    Okay, so he had volunteered to do weekly tasks this week. He supposed that he should finally get going on it, even if he was feeling a bit tired. Poi had been feeling a bit foggy in the brain that day, so he decided to just kinda hang out for awhile instead of working, figuring he just didn't get a good enough amount of sleep. Yawning as he sat down, Zach flicked his tail back and forth before calling out.
    "If anyone would like a weekly task, come over and get one!"


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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; line-height: 110%;]/ahh, since we're switching servers today, i don't think i can get this stickied,,


    Yuuma approached soon as Zach called for the weekly tasks. Ah, good! He was glad someone had volunteered to do this week's weekly tasks. The injured serval would settle himself down before the male, raising his head towards the other individual. "I'd like a task, Zach." The Commander would call towards the officer, his short tail twitching behind him.


    [hr][spoiler=✧.° it's like an endless movie that's nowhere at the end | tags, updated 12/20]✧.° ALL OF THESE CUTS AND BRUISES THAT WILL FADE AWAY
    YUUMA RESURGAM-BELLATOR | YUU, RISSIE
    Omnisexual Demiromantic | Cisgender Male | Masculine pronouns
    3 years and 1 month | Ages realistically | Born Nov. 15th
    Resides in DarkClan | Previously lived in BlizzardClan | Leader
    — Was born and raised in DarkClan and is very pro-military DarkClan
    — Is an artificially made ghoul and therefore only has one ghoul eye located on the right.
    — Is actually over ten thousand years old mentally and is probably older than dirt, though he has forgotten about the many time he's lived and died, only remembering when he was born into DarkClan.
    — He often refrains from eating and goes for long as he can without a meal because he would rather not cannibalize his own kind and instead cannibalizes ghouls. He is now in the process of developing a kakuja [33% complete].
    — Carries around the broken remains of the dagger that his little sister, Silentmemories, gave him.
    Biography | Faceclaim: Ayato Kirishima | Voice Ref.


    ✧.° I ACT AS IF THEY'VE MADE ME THAT MUCH WISER
    Taken | Dating Natsume | ½ Natuma
    Admin Walker x Zaniel Bellator | 4th Generation | Many siblings and half-siblings | Father to many
    Slightly difficult to befriend; incredibly mistrusting towards strangers but he tries to remain friendly all the same.
    When befriended, Yuuma becomes strictly loyal to that person whom he built an establishment of trust and friendship with and will stand by their sides through thick and thin. He will show signs of possessiveness and will become a little more pushy and clingy towards them, as he'll get more and more anxious about their safety due to former experiences with friends and loved ones dying/leaving him.


    ✧.° ANOTHER NIGHT I SINK INTO MY LONELY BED
    BLACK SERVAL | CURRENT HEALTH: 90%
    — An tall, athletically thin serval with liquid gold eyes and short, often well-kempt fur. The main color of his fur is an dark, ashen grey that has lighter grey undertones located on his muzzle, chest, underbelly, tail, and paws as well as an white located on the tips of his ears. His serval markings are that of an pitch black color, though one can hardly see the difference between his markings and his fur unless they look upon closer inspection. Yuuma's body is made for swiftness, though the defined muscles that ripple under his short fur tell the story of someone whom had trained long and hard through their years.
    Accessories: N/A
    Major Injuries: N/A
    Minor Injuries: N/A


    ✧.° TO SHUT OUT EVERY SOUND AS I SCREAM INSIDE MY HEAD
    Yuuma is usually seen as a enigmatic character who has unyielding loyalty and endless love and affection towards his clan, family, and friends. He is cautious of strangers and it often takes more than a while to become accustomed to his standoffish, over-bearing, and seemingly dominating appearance. Yuuma is sometimes portrayed as moody and irritable, though his positive traits seem to shine over these negative traits.
    Harbored deep within himself is an crushing anxiety over his insecurities and he desperately hides these insecurities form the public eye and often lets his negative emotions fester until it becomes too much for him to handle — his stubbornness and resistance to reach out makes him refrain from seeking proper help.
    Yuuma is naturally awkward whenever it comes to interacting with others and often inwardly stresses himself out when he tries to figure out the right thing to say. He often opts for silently observing whenever public events are held. Following this, he has very little romance experience and often finds himself flustered whenever it comes down to romantic-type things. He's convinced he needs a guide to not being socially awkward.
    Yuuma tries to be as true and as honest to himself as possible, though he finds it incredibly hard to do so when leading a clan, as he's rather uncomfortable with revealing how he actually is to other people out of fear his clan will reject him as an leader. Yuuma tries to be who they want him to be, someone with an level-head and an heart of gold that will do what the clan wants and not what he, himself wants.
    — Adaptable, charismatic, cold, pessimistic optimist, protective
    — Stubborn, aggressive, ambitious, circumspect, genuine, conflicted
    — Insecure, moody, irritable, possessively obsessive, at times violent


    ✧.° AND LIKE A TURNING WHEEL, THE TIME KEEPS MOVING ON
    Tends to antagonize | Will randomly lash out at people
    Dislikes physical contact from strangers, enjoys physical contact from those he likes (hugs, kisses, etc.) | Especially sensitive around the general neck area, this is the only place where physical contact is not allowed regardless of who a person might be to him. The person who touches this area may be met with violence.
    [NORMAL:] Expertly trained | Strong, sturdy | Overall hard difficulty
    Has most powers | Refrains from using them whenever
    [GHOUL MODE:] Insane physical and mental difficulty | Violent | Would need to be calmed/knocked out | Rinkaku user | Subject to only eating lupines
    Attack in italicized #696969 or in any other noticeable color
    Hunger: 60% | Control: Moderate-low
    Often smells of smoke and pine trees[/spoiler]

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    arriving shortly only after yuuma, Koda raised her head upon the tom's call. "I would like one too, please."
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    [size=9pt]and yet nothing remains except for our regrets[/size]


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    Poi smiled in greeting towards his two clanmates. He felt comforted by the familiar faces. "Hello, Yuuma, Koda." The Darkclanner dipped his head towards them. "Yuuma, can you hold a clan-bonding game of some sort? Just something so we have another reason to smile more. And Koda, can you go and collect herbs for our few medics? I'm sure any you find will be appreciated." Wow, it sure felt weird asking high positions to do things for him. "Thanks, you two!"
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