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in chicagocrimes' opinion, stealing children is a one way ticket to some asskicking. she doesnt know aleks, but hell, that doesnt deter any of the horror that comes with a child turning up missing. she has nothing to say for once, either, quietly sliding up beside nighttales. she's waiting on him to give the order. if he tells her to wait, she'll wait. if he tells her to retreat, she'll leave. if he tells her to fight, she'll fight. he's calling the shots this time around.
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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

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]"Yeah sorry, that kid's preeeetty much dead," said Twilight, padding over with a small frown. She wasn't really a fan of dead kids...but she let Betty do it. If they wanted a fight, they could go talk to her. "Sorry man!" she said to Nighttales, offering a (sincere) apologetic smile, before stepping back beside Feliks. Hopefully they would just leave now.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:black;]Morty came to stand besides Gideon, his fur fluffed up as he peered at the Cartel members. There was an uncanny frost to his usually warm hazel brown gaze as he regarded the beings before him. His attention was mainly focused on Andines, absorbing the words spoken by the female. He chose to block out the chatter of the others, dismissing their words with a irritated twitch of his tail. It was pathetic really, that someone would chose to single out a child and kill them. Most children, not all of them but most of them, were completely helpless and had no way of defending themselves and if you chose to capture, torture or kill such a being then Morty saw those that chose to do so as pathetic weaklings. Of course, even children were not immune to the cold chill of death. No mortal was, no matter what their age was. But when such an event could have been prevented, it made the usually timid cinnamon tabby warder's blood boil vigorously. He glanced over to Nighttales, with a flick of his ears, lips pressed into a thin line as he studied the leader's facial expressions closely to see what course of action he would choose.

[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

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;][size=8][font=verdana]The young male would arrive to stand with his clanmates, trying to keep himself composed even though his mind was scrambled and his heart was threatening to pound right out of the confines of his rib cage. He wasn't accustomed to this sort of thing; although fortunately, they seemed to just be talking it out. Yeah sorry, that kid's preeeetty much dead. Euphemia felt his stomach twist. Did they mean it? He had the horrible feeling it was true, since he wouldn't have put it past any given enemy. He didn't understand how someone could find the heart to kill anyone so senselessly, let alone kill a child. Aleks...he wouldn't have even been able to defend himself. He remained quiet, trying to ward off his increasing panic. [/fancypost]
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[align=center][size=3][font=segoe ui light]oh, I want to come near and give ya every part of me[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-top: 0px solid black; border-left: 0px solid black; border-right: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 1px solid white; font-family: georgia; color: lightskyblue; margin-top: -11px; font-size: 11pt; width: 389px]▫ but there's BLOOD on my hands and my lips aren't CLEAN ▫[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=9pt]
"Fine, have it your way. Prepare for us to take your lives as compensation," the robotic unicorn rolled his shoulders in an obvious shrug as he teleported among his comrades, towering over them all. Inwardly, he was angry. So angry because Derrick was a friend and he had raised a good kid. Now Aleks was dead. He hoped the news wouldn't reach Derrick—maybe he'd even tell his old friend personally.

Yet, right now, there were plenty of people to pay. With a snort and throw of his angular head, titanium horn glistening, the Seraphim charged [i]FELIKS with full intent of kicking and trampling the wolf under his wild racing and metal hooves.

He didn't know why his Colouredclanners were standing around waiting or why the Cartel low-lives were standing around like Colouredclan would all be cool with dead children (not to mention a dead Colouredclan child) and go home like the murder meant nothing. Fright didn't even know if what any of them said was true, he just wanted to kick whatever nerve in them that caused them to say 'we killed him' in his face out of their worthless bodies.

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The clydesdale unicorn came to a skidding halt as his target disappered into thin air and he swung his head around to locate Feliks again, snorting. He didn't give a flying f.ck that the man was injured. It was his own stupidity for showing up in the danger zone with such wounds (and as a former medic, he had to admit those were some nasty injuries). Yet, since Feliks had saved himself and dodged his onslaught he'd let him go since he quickly became aware of another attacker in the form of a weight in his back. He didn't even have time to respond to the Darkclana and Cartelian wolf.

"Trynna go for a ride, miss?" he grumbled, only half-way fighting back a yelp as he felt her teeth meet with a portion of his body that was not pure metal on the outside (an area of an upper shoulder). Then, he violently and promptly (via brief use of superspeed) and with a sudden jerk, aimed to buck [i]MASTERMIND off his back and into the air.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; line-height: 110%;]Wait... a child was killed by one of his rougemates? He didn't think he would have had minded as much if it was an adult who had been killed ( which very briefly disgusted himself the moment that thought passed through his mind ) but a kid? One of the Cartel killed a defenseless child? That didn't bode well with the coydog as he arrived at the new voices and new smells that invaded his nose, his brows furrowing on his forehead. He had arrived quietly, his lips turned downwards into a deep frown whilst his heart throbbed in his chest.

He noted not a lot of his rougemates were there, specifically Feliks and Sollux he had recognized since they were standing side by side, and bit the inside of his cheek. The coydog exhaled softly as he turned his head away from them and focused on the ColouredClanners. He didn't know what he could say here. He couldn't simply say he was sorry, could he? Apologies did not matter here... Someone that belonged to their clan was killed... "I-I can't believe..." He murmured under his breath, his ears flattening against his head as he shifted.

[hr][spoiler=✧.° fantasy, reality, i hide from everyday | tags, updated 12/31]✧.° TELL ME WHY YOU RUN AWAY AND KEEP IT ALL INSIDE
✧ RYŪSAKI IKURUSABA | RYŪ, RYUU, "BLIND GHOUL"
✧ Homosexual Homormantic | Cisgender Male | Masculine pronouns
✧ 1 year and 7 months | Ages realistically | Born May 4th
✧ Resides in the Cartel | Previously lived in RiverClan | Ex-HP
— Was born in Shibuya, Japan and lived there for three months.
— Known in Japan as the "Blind Ghoul" due to his exceptional hearing and smelling despite being blind.
— Moved every three months to a different city in Japan, living in Ikebukuro, Kamagasaski, and Tokyo before coming to the clans after losing his little sister, Ai, to an patrol of ghoul hunters in Yokohama.
— When hunting, he uses a mask the resembles that of an badger.
— Often found carrying around a stuffed toy badger named Chi.
— Biography | Faceclaim: Tooru Yukimura | Voice Reference

✧.° TELL ME, ARE YOU AFRAID OF LETTING FREE YOUR MIND?
✧ Single | Developing an interest in Sollux | ½ Ryūllux, ½ Ryoffee
✧ NPC x NPC | 1st Generation | One sibling, deceased | No offspring
✧ Slightly difficult to befriend; incredibly mistrusting towards strangers but he tries to remain friendly all the same.
✧ Puts blind trust and loyalty to those he befriends, will remain beside them at all times and may show clingy behavior; doesn't like having enemies and would rather stay neutral towards most.

✧.° TELL ME IF YOU DON'T WANT ANYBODY TO MEET YOU
✧ BLACK & TAN SHIBA INU | CURRENT HEALTH: 90%
— An black and tan Shiba Inu with misty blue eyes that have no pupils and short, thick, and usually ruffled but tidy fur. The tan appears on his cheeks, some parts of his throat, his chest, underbelly, the insides of his legs, and the majority of his tail. Across his face and the bridge of his nose are small, darker spots that closely resemble freckles.
— Accessories: Pink and white cross-cross patterned sweater, white button-up shirt, and a silver chain necklace with an baby deer charm on it.
— Major Injuries: General cuts and bruises all over body
— Minor Injuries: N/A

✧ TRI-COLORED COYDOG | CURRENT HEALTH: 90%
— An rather fluffy Coydog with pale blue eyes. The fur on this body is much thicker than that of the Shiba Inu body and has a larger amount of muscle applied to its bones though it isn't by much. It still has an rather slim frame though it is a bit on the taller side. The fur has a complicated pattern though it is rather similar to that of an timber wolf with its browns, tans, blacks, and whites thrown into the fur. Ivory whites are found closer to his legs, underbelly, chest, tail, and ear tips, whereas it darkens in some parts before becoming light once more. The insides of his mouth and ears as well as the section under his paw pads are an healthy light shade of pink and the nose is a dark brown.
— Accessories: All of that is mentioned above
— Major Injuries: Dagger wound through left front leg
— Minor Injuries: N/A

✧.° DEEP WITHIN THE WATERS OF THE OCEAN CALLED "INDIFFERENCE"
✧ Ryūsaki outwardly shows off an kind and gentle personality that contrasts greatly against crewmate's violent and destructive personalities. Naturally, the boy isn't very violent himself, as he's rather faint-hearted himself though he has an almost unbreakable resolve when it comes down to gruesome happenings. Ryū is genuine in his kindness, though it's mostly to the point where he may seem like a sort of a pushover. It certainly is not this though.
✧ Ryūsaki truly enjoys the companies of those he is comfortable around and tends to act clingy around them (though reasonably so, with his history of losing people whom are important to him) when an bond of trust and friendship is established. He puts a blind trust in them, and doesn't question anything they say, which could prove to be his downfall when he befriends the wrong person, though Ryūsaki seems to bring out the best in people no matter how bad they may seem at first. Around these people, Ryū brings forth a side of him that other people seldom sees, which is an odd cheeriness that can only be described as refreshing when others witness it.
✧ While Ryūsaki can appear as an pushover, an easy-to-manipulate person who perhaps knows no better, he certainly isn't naive. He's plenty intelligent, at least to where he can avoid situations where it's likely he'll end up dead or hurt. He's lived a life of evasion, and he's played the game for years, and he can properly say he's an expert at finding things wrong in situations and avoiding them like the plague. Words of false hope has been uttered to Ryū before and he's learned from the experience of getting hurt by those lies. When pressured to do something that he doesn't pertain a liking to, or when angered (which is extremely rare in Ryū's case, since he's practically a pacifist) he... snaps. It's not necessarily a pretty sight, but it'll certainly come as unexpected.
✧ Around most, including strangers and acquaintances, Ryū is known to express some sort of indifference towards those around him and the situations happening before him (unless it's something that goes against his morals, disturbs him in anyway, or just tickles him pink) and will often remain this way unless ideas regarding topics are presented to him in a new and creative way. Ryūsaki is otherwise unenthusiastic and remains quiet and cautious.
✧ Ryūsaki attempts to hide any and all remnants of negative emotions like guilt, sadness, and discomfort from friends to keep them from focusing on his well-being.
— Moralistic and stubborn, kind, methodical, focused, maternal
— Cute, circumspect, guileless, determined, fiercely loyal to friends
— Silently suffering, self-destructive, sad, feels alienated

✧.° THE PAIN IS FILLING UP MY LUNGS & I CAN BARELY BREATHE
✧ Never antagonizes | Always needs a reason to attack someone
✧ Dislikes physical contact from strangers, enjoys physical contact from those he likes (hugs, kisses, etc.) | Especially sensitive around the general neck and chest 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:] Untrained | Weak | Pathetic overall difficulty
✧ [GHOUL MODE:] Extreme physically and mentally | Violent | Would need to be calmed/knocked out | Rinkaku User
✧ Attack in italicized #0b0909 or in underlined #ffffff
✧ Stutters frequently and says 'uhm' and 'erm' a lot[/spoiler]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=12px][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][size=11px]xael sighed loudly as she arrived, having heard the exchange as she made her way towards the gathering. she hadn't known about this child who'd been killed, but she couldn't help but wonder which member had done it. she doubted that any of those present had done so, they would've been proud to own up to the slaughtering of a child. her mind landed on betty, then, the strange feline didn't strike her as one to take mercy on a cub. she watched as the tigress threw herself at the equine, a bit surprised that he hadn't fallen. she couldn't imagine that 300 pounds crashing down on his back felt too great. she simply stood and watched, head tilting to one side as it often did. he seemed to be the only one that wanted a fight, and mastermind was giving it to him. she wouldn't intervene.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]child murder. a sensitive subject for chicagocrimes, having been slaughtered at the ripe age of five months. her jaw clenches, anger pricking at her brain like static. she tightens her grip on her hatchet. these * talk about it so casually, and she sets her sights on sollux. two against one? that isnt fair at all. briefly rocking on her heels, chicagocrimes lurches forward and SWINGS HER AXE AT SOLLUX'S HEAD, CLEARLY AIMING TO TEAR INTO HIS NECK WITH HER BLADE. in her muted anger, the attack is obvious and predictable though, so if he was paying her any attention he can easily move out of the way.
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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][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][font=arial][size=9pt]"Aleks? I think you're standing on him buddy.”
The rude fashion the news was delivered caused a snarl to wrinkle Yuri’s face. What could be expected when it was Feliks who was speaking? Yuri stamped forward through the group of his clanmates. He was angry, of course. Not because he had known Aleks personally or cared for the kid, but because the Cartel was so..comfortable with the idea of harming – killing – a Colouredclanner.

The stripy upright creature growled and lashed his fluffy tail. His furious eyes flicked backward in his skull to his comrades. ”ColouredClan, attack!” He ordered. It was concerning how many stood idle as if they were willing to sulk and stand down once given the news. He did not care if they were waiting for a different order, an order from Nighttales. Yuri would give his own and they could follow or stand idle. He would not.

Yuri watched Frightfur charge for the enemy with the right words. Yes... Make them pay. The bipedal feline considered any fleeting or fake peace to be gone and he approached [color=#0080ff] Andines and towered over the black domestic. ”You know so many details about the murder. I find you guilty by association~ Die!” The mutant threw a forearm through the air aimed downwards at the side of the femme’s head, the claws on his mutated finger unsheathed.

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