SERENDIPITY | O , RESCUE-RAID ANNOUNCEMENT

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]chica's clan has never been bothered by the cartel. they arent ignorant to their troublemaking tendencies, however, so she wont sit this one out. besides the reason for the raid is pretty valid. if somebody took one of her children, like jagerpaw or amnesiacub, she would definitely be going after them. "im game," she confirms as she moves somewhere close, shooting nighttales a grin as she absently conjures her hatchet.
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★ chicagocrimes fazbear xerxes | female [she/her]
★ single, sleeps around | heartbroken over paige/olive
★ hostesscupcakes x nya | mentoring inkpaw
★ soul bonds with onechance [discovered, weak] and amnesiacub [undiscovered]
★ thirteen months | november 18 | aged real-time
★ the sanctuary seraphim/leader | colouredclan member | blacksmith

PHYSICAL TELL ME HAVE I LOST MY MIND?
★ LION [birth/main] | HEALTH: 100%
— pretty pale blond feline with darker variants of blond accenting fur. a dusting of brown freckles dot cheeks and nose. somewhat plump, lanky figure. deep, lavender eyes— when upset sclera turns black and pupils are white. shark mutation— two sets of sharp teeth. faint scratches and scars dash face, being the end result of an exiles capture. reeks heavily of cotton and orange cloves.
— injuries: none.

GENERAL AM I JUST AFRAID OF LOVIN'?
★ ESFP | More Teeth than the Osmond Family
— bitter, dependent, 'confident', sensitive, aggressive
— anxious, conflicted, protective, petty, impulsive
— trying to heal. has difficulty forgiving creatures, including herself, for past crimes. learning to protect those she cares about. loyal to few individuals. under no circumstances should she be touched without her permission; the response is typically very violent. chaotic neutral(?)

CONFRONTATION OR AM I NOT THE LOVIN' KIND?
★ attack in #BEBEC9 | physically medium, extreme w hatchet | mentally medium
★ aims to kill | might show mercy if spared first
★ no kill/maim/capture | pm for plots/threads
★ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
— [i]powers: ghostmode, the sight, conjuration, shapeshifting

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:black;]Morty had never been one that particularly enjoyed diving head first into dramatic or violent situations although he had definitely endured his fair share of them. This was no excuse and no matter how he always attempted to argue against such accusations, he would always, deep down, enjoy the rush of the situation. Be the situation a raid or even something like a simple spar. "I-I'll come along too" the cinnamon tabby stated as he slipped over to stand besides Chicagocrimes, ears perked attentively as he adjusted his scarf. It would be wise to remove it however, he knew that he could not do that. Not after he had been given it by someone who he considered to be family. There was no way that he could just remove it like that. And anyway, he was not hoping to allow anyone to get close enough to him to be able to grab the yellow fabric offensively so he opted to keep it with him, silently hoping that the raid would go smoothly.

[spoiler=everybody seems so far away from me // 01/01/17][color=black]GENERAL
★ MORTY COULTER SMITH | MALE
— real name is cinnamonskies, he hates it. will be touchy if called it
★ bisexual biromantic | monogamous
★ npc x npc | brother to sai coulter/lucien/befriendingdemons
★ kate marsh (windclan) is his adoptive sister
★ 14 months | warder (shp) of colouredclan

PHYSICAL
★DOMESTIC FELINE | health [84%]
— he is a cinnamon tabby with a marbled pattern swirled onto his fur. His fur is quite fluffy and plush and he has a pair of warm hazel coloured eyes. he also has a pair of small black horns that poke out of his fur near his ears at his temples. he tends to carry around a small satchel containing some small gadgets that he messes around with. he also has a small jelly like creature with tentacles that he calls Bubo (based off the 'bubonic plague' creature)

PERSONALITY
★ OVERALL: pushover
— he is the type that many would think of as a 'pushover' for the simple fact that he tends to be quite gullible. he is very trusting and does not really know when to keep his mouth shut. he is a major nerd, especially when science fiction is involved. he is also a complete demon although he does not give in to any of his dark tendencies whilst others are around to keep friends safe.

RELATIONSHIPS
★ no crush | ½ of -
★ does not often acknowledge romantic emotions
★ does not enter relationships quickly

INTERACTION
★ medium physically | somewhat weak mentally
★ he will not start fights, he will not usually end them either
★ feel free to act out peaceful interactions | attack in black
★ based off of morty smith from rick and morty

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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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Frightfur had been awaiting the greenlight to get back at the Cartel for stealing Derrick's boy and he smiled and he trotted on scene. He doubted it be worth the trouble to fight all of Colouredclan for one child, but he seriously wondered about the Cartel's intelligence. They didn't seem like the careful or reasonable types. He swung his large head in a nod,"Let's do it! I've been ready to go for hours."

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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, 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 did not always hold Derrick to a high esteem but a stab at the Cartel was a stab at the Cartel. It was part of Yuri’s duties to defend clan members even if he wished to be biased. He had personally fought with the Cartel a few times before, especially when he had been semi-in charge of the Elite’s army. The cartellians had proven themselves to be nothing but pesky. ”I would like to participate~” Yuri mewed in response to Nighttales’ announcement. He stood prepared to march.

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[spoiler=♢ — updated 1/4][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
♢ afraid of snakes
♢ 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]
♢ telekinesis [discovered] [unmastered]
♢ shapeshifting [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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Mids might have been a little late, but that didn't mean she wasn't any less enthusiastic than anyone else. Although she didn't know Derrick's son all that well, he was still a clanmate, and a child. She was quite conflicted on her opinions with Derrick as a whole, still, but since Eph was good friends with him, she found that he (and sometimes his kid) showed up a lot more than she would have liked. Not to say that she disliked him (she still wasn't sure about that, after all), but she didn't always need a Daily Dose of Derrick^TM. Opinions and tangents aside, she decided to go, hoping her rear end wouldn't cause her any trouble while fighting.

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