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    The male couldn't even remember what had happened to him. Last he knew, he was in some dark forest filled with black-trunked trees and small glowing flowers. He could remember nothing else about what had happened, except him taking a couple steps and then everything going black. He had awoken in a dark jungle, darker than the forest he had been in, with a crow hopping around on his back. He had attempted to swat the flightless bired away before the meaning and importance of the bird had returned to him. As soon as Tobio had gotten steady on his paws again, he had begun wandering around, hoping to find something that could explain why he was there.


    What had happened? Who was he? Did he have friends who were searching for him? Was he worrying someone with his abscence? Did he even have friends? Or a home? And most importantly, where was he now? The thoughts and questions swirled around his head until he could feel a headache coming on, as well as the somehow familiar ache in his left hind leg. It was wrapped tightly, set in place, so he could deduce easily what had happened to it, but what about his right hind leg? It felt like someone was stabbing him continuously with a dagger.


    Stopping to scrutinize his surroundings, he noticed small details changing and shifting, such as the lightening of the jungle as he headed further north. He took in his surroundings, his face taking on a look of confusion as he noticed the houses built into giant mushrooms on trees.


    Oh, he was so lost...
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    info (1-5-17)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]The world was full of so many unknown things. To the stars beyond and to nothingness. They had known what nothingness was, due to being born and dying multiple times. It was all in tedium, as if they were a clock that never stopped. Even when a person tried to break it, the clock would continue to tick. Tick tock, tick, tock, till the end of time. These thoughts often swarmed their mind, but it didn't matter. Death would come to reclaim them once again, over and over again.


    Their red eyes traced a cougar. Foolish man, lost aren't you? Don't worry all are lost, even I. You padded towards them, clearly an odd looking child. Child. That word made you puke. You had died as a child long ago, but you had the knowledge of an adult. That came with being reborn over and over again. "Need help?"

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    [spoiler=AND YOU'RE THE ONE WITH THE LIGHTER / ✦ / 1/1][size=8]GENERAL THE TIME DRAWS NEAR
    ✦ chara | born female | nonbinary [they/them]
    ✦ single | ½ of charisk
    ✦ npc x npc | adopted by befriendingdemons "lucien"
    ✦ uses the varco surname
    ✦ adopted sibling to victoria chase
    ✦ physically a child | mentally a teen| CREATION DATE: 1/1/17
    ✦ fear of being alone [intense]; fear of love [mild]
    ✦ knows and rarely uses sign language [ "SIGNING" ]
    ✦ homicidal maniac | self harming
    ✦ shadowclan | [u][abbr=dead, a ghost, living child, husbando, waifu, ur mama, daddy, pun and meme trash, that one creepy kid]hover[/abbr] for past ranks/positions | no titles
    ✦ what is "loyalty"
    — last saving point
    Inside a sunken ship, on the outskirts of RiverClan


    PHYSICAL GOD MUST PAY FOR ETERNITY
    ✦ GERMAN SHEPHERD [main/current] | HEALTH: 5%
    — lithe, sturdy cinnamon brown shepherd puppy. malnourished, bones are showing. They have a knife hidden in their sweater. red eyes, glow when angry. packs subzero, freezing body heat, like a corpse. green and yellow striped turtleneck sweater. SOUL manifests and pushes out of their chest when they are in danger/under attack.
    — injuries: scar starting from the back of their head along neck to the left side of their chest. severe wound on their spine, bandaged up. soul is strong, so they are strong. broken ribs, as seen from malnutrition. Face appears to be in a permanent smile, due to the long knife wounds that cut deep into the edges of their lips.


    PERSONALITY TAKING AWAY MY LIFE
    ✦ ESTP | Berserk Button | Playing with the enemy | Affably Evil
    — determined, aggressive, sadistic, sarcastic, protective, masochist
    — non friendly, foreign, alert, lonely, proud, merciless, vengeful
    — will fight, will kill, will harm another creature. they have just been raised that way, it's kill or be killed.naturally kill, because they don't want to die. chara's top priority is making sure that they are alright, and nobody else. secretly they desire friends and others to lean on to, but they won't ever admit it. chaotic evil.


    CONFRONTATION AGAIN, AND AGAIN
    ✦ attack in #ff0000 | physically difficult | mentally medium
    ✦ trained by humans, and themselves
    ✦ studies poison | knows self defense
    ✦ no mercy | dodges most attacks, roleplayer is using a randomizer
    ✦ fights if challenged | [i]always     fights back
    ✦ no kill/maim/capture | pm for plots/threads
    ✦ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    — powers flowerprints, super speed, time travel, conjuration

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    "Ay, you," Amon calls out to the expense of his sore throat. His voice is hoarse and sort of raspy, not helped at all by the lit cigarette he shoves back between his teeth. This is a quiet feller, likely lost, and Amon kind of just wanted to. Chase him off or something, he supposes.


    And then Chara appears, offering assistance before Amon can say much else. The ocelot has already become familiar with the repeated questions asked of every stranger that is stranded at their border: a boring and bland "name and business." It is refreshingly switched up at times and he has no intention of repeating it. "You're on ShadowClan territory," he supplies helpfully, mumbling around his cigarette.


    info | updated 1/2


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    Finch approached, gazing at the stranger. Her blue eyes danced curiously as she observed the stranger. Chara had already asked about whether or not he was alright, so Finch remained quiet, waiting for an answer.


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    basics
    [color=white]finch harbringer | daughter of valentine | duskreacher (shp) of shadowclan | ages at roleplayer's discretion | 9 months old


    [color=#94B7BF]appearance
    [color=white]finch is a white domestic feline with oddly short legs, and oddly large ears. she has soft blue eyes.


    [color=#94B7BF]relationships
    [color=white]single | heterosexual | she/her | 1/2 of n/a


    [color=#94B7BF]personality
    [color=white]finch is fairly easy to get along with. she is laid back and socially awkward in some situations. she is friendly to clanmates, but ruthless to enemies. since she is smaller than most, she prefers using her intelligence to assist in battles - this includes strategy and battle planning.

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    Hm... Lithiumkisses approached shortly after Finch, and like her clanmate, she said nothing in greeting. Instead, the duskreacher would wait for a response from the stranger.
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    info | updated 01/04/2017

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth: 0px; width: 450px][justify]Lorraine had been lost herself once before. In fact, she considered herself to be lost now, at this moment in time. She was still trying to decide whether or not she could call Shadowclan home, but at this point she was running out of options. The coyote felt a strong need to settle down while she still could, find a place for herself and Benjamin to stay that was welcoming and had room for them. So far, this wasn't terrible, but Lorraine still had to do some looking around. Such a priority was what led her to the place of Tobio's joining.


    She approaches silently, her gaze finding some familiar faces as well as some strangers that she had yet to meet. At last, her green eyes focused upon Tobio, patiently waiting for him to answer the questions he had already been asked before peppering him with more.


    TAGS- 12/9

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    The unfamiliar voices and people put him on edge, but the melanistic cougar managed to find his voice and reply to Chara, "I'm fine." It was obvious he wasn't completely fine, but he would try and cover up the aching in his legs until there weren't five others around, all watching him.


    Then, looking the ocelot in the eye, he grumbled, ”Thanks. Nice to know.” What else was he supposed to say? He had no idea where he was from, so he couldn't ask directions! He might as well see if he could stay in this place for a while, until he figured out how to get back to wherever he was from.
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    info (1-5-17)