HIT YOUR MARK WITH EVERY LAST ARROW | S/HP MEETING

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Well, he had gotten an npc to ensure that everyone was told of the time which they would be meeting at. He had supposed that, given the rather uncomfortable weather of January, then it would be rather odd to sit outdoors and discuss things in the mushy snow beneath their paws. Thus, he had invited everyone into his own den, around a table, whilst supposing that he'd wait for at least a few to arrive before getting started.


    TAGS 29/12/2016

    [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 received the information from the npc and was eager to attend. A high position meeting had not taken place in a while. Anxious to know what would be discussed, he hurried to Nighttales' home. With a single swift knock to the door and short pause after, the bipedal opened the front door and entered the house. "Greetings, Nighttales. I'm am here," he called as he shut the door behind him and made way into the living room. He found a seat around the table. "So what is this about?" He pried.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Yo, Yuri." The serval would opt to offer the Captain a light wave, before supposing that he'd briefly form an answer to their inquiry. "Mainly about the Cartel. I want to put focus on them as an enemy, but I want to do more than just raid them. I want to spy, and to assassinate their high positions, and destroy their territory, until they give us Betty." He'd resound with a steady tone, before leaning back briefly, and resounding with a sigh. "But I want the opinions of you guys first, of course."


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    TAGS 29/12/2016

    [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]The Cartel. Yuri always assumed the place was deserving of enemy status but had not expected someone's kid had to die for the crappy group to achieve it. What Nighttales said sounded ideal. It was exciting because Night did not often take this stance with other groups.


    "I think that sounds lovely!" He cheered. Then his magenta eyes blinked to look a tad more serious. "I was recently wanting to plan a raid but this will get in the way. Anyhow I have the same concern for your plans as I had for my raid plans. We, eh, don't have a very loyal fighting force in ColouredClan. Our raid participants are generally few despite being one of the stronger clans. Irking, isn't it? Bunch of weaklings..."


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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]
    Frightfur in his young serval body appeared and climbed into the house of the Commander, conjuring a pillow about the meeting place and sitting on it. He'd at least been sensible enough to jump out of his giant unicorn form before barging into someone else's home. It seemed Yuri was already hear and Night had spilled a little of what this was all about: The Cartel.


    He raised a metal paw and spoke quietly in his western drawl,"Hi, guys! If someone's gonna spy, please, please have it be me. I love the idea of internal damage. Anyway, Night! I'm for showing no mercy. They're resisting and they've made us very unhappy."


    The murder of a sweet child would not be going unnoticed and the dark spirit of Fright wasn't keen on stopping until Colouredclan had its grasp on this 'Betty' character. At Yuri's remark he raised a brow. Some Colouredclanners simply weren't fit to fight or were children (he himself was a child but he seemed to be always an exception). Yet, he wasn't too confident they could raise a fighting force overnight.


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    [size=8]Akutagawa approached, seeing as he was now one of the high positions of the clan. His silver eyes flared with a flame of bloodlust as they spoke of enemies, althiugh judging by the bandage wrapped around his torso, he was in no shape to fight. Still, he could offer some suggestions if he thought of any. With a brief nod to the leader and Yuri as he approached on shaky limbs, he caught the word 'weaklings and bristled slightly. He hated being weak, despised it. And yet, here he was — underweight and still injured.


    "A raid would be the first thing that comes to mind, but that would be too obvious, wouldn't it?" He muttered, licking his nose. Suppressing a cough, he added, "I find the idea of spying more favorable, then we can attack and cause destruction once we gain their trust." Once he was better, he wouldn't have minded being one of those spies. He could easily use his 'rashomon' and obliterate those who got in his way. But tyat was merely a suggestion, and he glanced at them, expecting some sort of critique or a simple reply.


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    [font=8pt]GENERAL INFO
    — ryuunosuke akutagawa "ryu"
    — twelve moons
    — male; he/him
    — bodyguard of colouredclan [hp]
    — npc xx npc
    — based off akutagawa from bungou stray dogs


    APPEARANCE
    main ref | with cape | with rashomon
    — medium-sized, lanky, long limbs
    — black collie mix with white cheeks and eyebrows
    — floppy ears
    — sharp silver eyes reflect mood
    — coughs frequently
    — always wears cravat and cloak
    — currently in poor condition


    BATTLE TAGS
    — hard without powers
    — will start fights, will finish them
    — electricity, water, earth elements
    — conjuration
    — memory/emotional manipulation
    — molecular manipulation
    — can conjure "rashomon" from cloak
    — with "rashomon" he is extreme
    — yes to mild/moderate injury; no kill

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Hmm, we don't have a massive fighting force. Though we have plenty who are able. So long as we rile everyone up to participate, the number of those taking part should increase." After all, they had plenty of capable members, it was merely that not everyone tended to attend raids - and it was fine to miss out on some, here and there, but to never once attend one, was indeed irksome. "However, we could always borrow soldiers, so to say, from allies of ours: perhaps some of the smaller ones who would be eager to participate. After all, there's no point in having allies if we never ask anything of them." He wasn't really depending on them, but some of their alliances were gathering dust, and some of their allies had no experience of fighting together either. Either way, it was more of a final resort.


    "Oh, Frighty, if you'd like to spy on them, then certainly be my guest." The serval would add, mismatched orbs pivoting towards the other individual. "If you want, you can manage a team of spies too - though, going in alone is fine also." Nighttales figured that, were they going to squander the enemy, they'd certainly have to get to know them, first. "Though, whilst I am hungry for some knowledge on the Cartel's inner-workings, remember to value your own safety first and foremost when you do choose to spy on them."


    Finally, his gaze pivoted towards Akutagawa, towards whom he'd offer a nod in greeting. "Indeed, I want to place spies in the Cartel to gather information on individuals. And if suitable, assassination is permitted. Then, if everything works out well eventually, we can start an attack from the inside, and navigate their territory with ease, too."


    / suuper rushed towards the end


    TAGS 29/12/2016

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


    [fancypost bgcolor=#; border-top: 2px solid #C6A6AB; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 2px solid #C6A6AB; width: 400px; line-height: 180%; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;]Although Papika indeed held a high position within the Clan she didn't exactly know what it was for. However, she proudly held on to the title of Blackblood due to the fact her nii-chan had given it to her, deciding she would just learn about the details as she went along. When an NPC approached her about a meeting—a super awesome secret meeting as the child had put it before agreeing to—she excitedly followed them to the location, taking note of all the familiar faces before pushing her way towards Nighttales. After settling comfortably beside him she listened closely as the grown-ups began to talk, a slight frown crossing her features as the details of the plan were laid out. They were gonna attack the other group? That was a bad thing, wasn't it? But the leader had said they murdered Derrick's son, which was an even worse thing, so that made their retaliation okay again, right? It was all so confusing, really, but she wanted to help too! "Nii-chan, can I be a spy? Pleaaase?" Ninjas were partially spies so she could use her new skills! They had worked when following Soap around—at least that's what she believed—so surely they would come in handy again.


    ( If someone is okay with having Papika tag along for a spy mission that would be awesome, or Night can simply tell her no. I'm fine with either eheh. )[/fancypost]


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    "You know, mate, the whole time I've lived 'ere, this is something I've been waiting for," rumbled Gideon, stepping delicately into the meeting. He always seemed to listen outside before he actually showed up. Why; he didn't know, but here he was anyway. The cattle dog's tail was wagging almost unsure of itself as he approached, taking a seat next to Yuri and giving the other a nod in greeting. "Going all out, Night. I think it be wise should someone spy who wasn't there during the raid or, at least can change bodies. If they recognize 'em then we're in some sh*t - whether by voice or scent or appearance. I ditto that, lads.. to be careful, I mean." he barked.




    "Cheer up, Yuri. Maybe we're just not properly trained. And even then, Night has a point. We have allies for a reason."
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    [size=8]"I can volunteer to be a spy once I heal, if permitted." The mutt said after Nighttales acknowledged his suggestion. Who knows? His injury could make him appear weaker and less suspicious to the enemy. Once he'd gain their trust and his strength, he would raise hell upon them. The thought of killing someone nearly had him smile; however, a hungry lick of his maw would do for now, as well as a sinister glint in his eyes.


    -- Akutagawa can come along, if that is allowed or planned out c:


    [spoiler=INFORMATION TAGS]
    [font=8pt]GENERAL INFO
    — ryuunosuke akutagawa "ryu"
    — twelve moons
    — male; he/him
    — bodyguard of colouredclan [hp]
    — npc xx npc
    — based off akutagawa from bungou stray dogs


    APPEARANCE
    main ref | with cape | with rashomon
    — medium-sized, lanky, long limbs
    — black collie mix with white cheeks and eyebrows
    — floppy ears
    — sharp silver eyes reflect mood
    — coughs frequently
    — always wears cravat and cloak
    — currently in poor condition


    BATTLE TAGS
    — hard without powers
    — will start fights, will finish them
    — electricity, water, earth elements
    — conjuration
    — memory/emotional manipulation
    — molecular manipulation
    — can conjure "rashomon" from cloak
    — with "rashomon" he is extreme
    — yes to mild/moderate injury; no kill

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    [font=georgia][size=8][i]he was the one that made us, you’ll be the one to save us[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Spying was normally his thing, but Volatile wasn't in the mood. He would surely blow his cover and do a lot of stupid things anyways. "I don't want to focus on just the Cartel." Was all he said as he slumped down, steam rising from his skin. He hadn't been giving everything his best shot, recently. His sickness was draining him, and.. and he just didn't like this place right now. He wanted to get out, roam free for a little bit, but.. He had a son to take care of. Volatile couldn't just leave his child alone.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;][size=8][font=verdana]A high position meeting...Euphemia hadn't attended one of these in a while, and would therefore assume his much seen curious expression as he seated himself beside Akutagawa. Unfortunately, though, he wasn't sure how much he could help when it came to this sort of thing. He had never spied before, avoided killing where he could...and wasn't very savvy when it came to conflict. He chewed at the inside of his mouth and remained silent for the moment. [/fancypost]
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    MY FAVORITE WAY TO DIE ——— ･ﾟ★ ☾ 31/DEC

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]spaceparty approached, taking in what everyone had been saying. she had been spying in the Cartel for a little while almost for the full sake of gathering intel for colouredclan.


    "to be fair, I have been spying in the Cartel for a bit now and i can share some info i've gathered there." hopefully they wouldn't be pissed with her on this, but it was, after all, in the name of her home which she had grown loyal to.
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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth= 0px; font-size:11px]he was .... late. that was expected nowadays. no longer was he punctual, more of thank to recent situations that had been pulling weight down on his shoulders. always moping, trying to hide it by trying to be more involved and helpful in other ways. arriving at the meeting, the kit glanced around before settling down next to papika. he had missed the gits of the important issue, the cartel. honestly, he did not care. he did not know who they were, nor did he knew of derrick's son (although, he did express concerns for the captured colouredclanner, of course, or tried to). additionally, he would not make a great spy, unless they considered his muteness and deafness to some kind of advantage of the sort. otherwise, he would have to sit in and listen to the plans being discussed.

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    Eclipsecub was a late arrival. The cub waddled in, curious about what was happening. Most of what the messenger said flew over his head outside of the fact that Nighttales wanted him here at a certain time so he just came at that time. Or just a little bit over.


    As he sat down to listen, or do his best to listen, the shisa fuu cub made a farting sound with his mouth. There was the name of the Cartel being thrown around and he remembered that as the place they just had a raid on. Were they going to raid more? He leaned into listen, his ears perked.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]As Papika inquired as to whether she could also spy, the serval would eventually furrow his fictional brows, before shaking his head briefly. "No, Papika, you're too young at the moment." Nighttales trusted Frightfur to be able to navigate his way through the Cartelians, however.. Papika was still a child, and he didn't want anything hazardous to occur, whilst she was caught in the centre of it. He didn't want to risk that. Yeah: he certainly wouldn't risk that - especially not with how the Cartel were now a band of child-murderers.


    As Gid spoke up, the serval offered him a nod. "Indeed. Frighty can switch bodies, which is a good thing. So long as someone either hasn't participated in a raid already, and can change their form, and are old enough to do so.. They can spy on the Cartel." After all, if someone noted as a recognisable combatant showed up by their borderline, Nighttales doubted that they would be able to trick anyone. Nighttales' heterochromatic orbs would pivot promptly towards Akutagawa. "As long as you haven't participated in a raid, or you can switch bodies, then that's fine, Akutagawa." Fortunately, they had admitted to wanting to wait until they had healed, before plunging into any more danger.


    As Vol spoke, his attention pivoted briefly towards the other, whom seemed reluctant to cause conflict against the Cartel. He paused for a moment, before resounding with an eventual sigh. "Alright, Vol. You don't need to partake in anything, if you really don't want to." Perhaps, he should have attempted to pressure them into contributing, but Vol usually did things for Colouredclan, which nobody else opted to do instead. Therefore, the serval found no reason to force the other individual.


    As Spaceparty mentioned that she had gathered information, brief surprise skirted his countenance - however, he wouldn't flip his shit over the fact that she had been spying on her own accord. Such wasn't a problem for him. He wouldn't bind everyone's every action - but he also wouldn't have been able to protect them, had they gotten themselves caught - that is, until now, anyhow. "Go on, Spaceparty." Nighttales would resound, offering them a firm nod to continue.


    Euph, Imo, and Eclipsecub had also arrived, and to each, he'd offer a brisk wave, before focusing again on the group as a whole.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]I WANNA KNOW THE ANSWERS, NO MORE LIES[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]"I'm capable of switching bodies, and I have never attended a raid. Perhaps I would also be a good spy? That depends if you accept, though, Leader Nighttales!" Jessie chirped, dipping her head in greeting to everyone else who had arrived before her. Oooh, this was quite exciting, wasn't it? Jessie enjoyed fighting, battle, anything like that. She had... a strange bloodlust, for these things, so perhaps she'd be quite useful.


    && aAAAHH IGNORE THE TAGS I USED THE WRONG SUB RIP ME


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    ♥[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: seashell; margin-top: -6px][hr]Warfare. C.C. had never been one for fighting but, when it came to protecting those he loved and his clan, he was able to make a few exceptions. However, the boy doubted that he'd be much use in a fight; he was a healer, not a warrior, after all. He fidgeted in his seat next to Frightfur, a frown on his face. There must be some way that he could be of use, right? He could offer to function as a spy within the Cartel, but with his weak body and rather soft personality, he would surely stick out like a sore thumb. Maybe he could do something more indirect? He couldn't fight, but he did know how the body worked and what needed to happen in order to make it stop working. "We could poison them," he mused, his glazed eyes fastened onto an imperfection on the table as he spoke, "everyone needs to drink, right? We could target their water supply. It would be indirect — no strings attached." He lapsed into silence, slowly becoming aware of his pounding heart. Where had that come from? Poisoning an entire clan, with no regards to whom it affected? That wasn't like him. "I mean — um — if we wanted to do something less — ah — violent...?" He trailed off, a single claw pulling awkwardly at his collar.


    [spoiler=tags, 12/25/16]general:
    cottoncandypaw "c.c." aeternum | male
    homosexual | crushing on elvis | ½ candis
    nurse of colouredclan [hp] | greymatter x blindfold | seven months | ages on the 29th of every month
    mentored by frightfur | domestic feline | ghoul


    physical:
    • bronze egyptian mau, ref
    • warm brown eyes - usually pastel pink due to color manipulation
    • slender and tall
    • "J" carved into left flank
    • Underweight due to food deprivation
    • Wears a sweater to hide his body


    powers:
    • eye color manipulation [uncontrollable]
    • super speed [uncontrollable]
    • super strength [uncontrollable]
    • super senses [uncontrollable]


    injuries:
    • currently very sick


    personality:
    introverted | thoughful | righteous | anxious | conscientious | hero wannabe
    precious cinnamon roll | too good | too pure


    confrontation:
    • easy physically | medium mentally | hard when in ghoul mode
    • clumsy — tries his best — not aggressive
    • attack in italic lightpink
    • can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions[/spoiler][/fancypost][align=center][size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe #cottoncandyaeternum [/size]

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    /AHHHHH SORRY FOR BEING LATEEEE


    Apologetic in expression and skittish with adrenaline, the kitsune sat herself towards the back of the group and listened with her head low. How could she be so unattentive? Why couldn't she stop daydreaming for a change so that she wouldn't be late? She was a terrible, terrible, terrible...
    Her gaze became wide. Was there nothing she could do to help this operation? She wanted justice for Derrick's son as much as the next person, but the things Nighttales wanted for them to be a spy was just out of her reach.
    She didn't have what he was looking for.
    Following Cotton's suggestion, the fem asked with a frown, "Is there anything I can do? I've been to raids against them before. I mean, they probably don't remember me, but they might. And I don't have any powers either." She would have suggested more vandalism, like Cottoncandypaw, but she knew any other type of vandalism was more likely to be traced back to Colouredclan. Plus, she didn't want to leech off of the nurse's plans, whose idea was more than just pointless vandalism to begin with. There was the possibility of messing with their drug deals, but then the Cartelians would just know.


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    info — updated 10/30/16

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    Damiano was late to the party, but he didn't care. Nighttales should have just been grateful that he had shown up to this useless meeting. He didn't see the point in this at all, as this was all just to avenge some useless kid. Why did everyone have to get involved when it was only Derrick's problem? Was it because they were all a 'family'? Hah. What a load of nonsense. He seated himself on the other side of Yuri and blinked his narrowed hues at the commander. The turkish angora had been part of the rescue raid and he had to say that it had been a disaster. He might as well not have even participated in it. The whole thing had been disgusting. From the territory to the members, it was all disgusting. He couldn't believe that such a place existed. It was sad to think that the territory was being wasted on a couple of nobodies like those mongrels. What they needed to do was take over the place so it could have been Colouredclan's land. And if they wanted to do that, they would have just had to kill every member there. It wouldn't have been simple, but it was somewhat plausible. Compared to the enormous army that Colouredclan had, The Cartel was a joke. Aside from this, their clan had allies to back them up. He was pretty sure that The Cartel didn't have any, seeing as though most of the other groups disliked them.


    The bodyguard wasn't really listening to the conversation the other peasants were having, as he didn't really care about it. This had nothing to do with him, so why should have he cared? Damiano was only here for the future raids and battles. Nothing more, nothing less. As soon as this stupid meeting was over, he was heading back home so he could have taken that bubble bath he had promised himself. The light purple feline was about to stay silent, until he heard what Cottoncandypaw had to say. He flicked an ear as he turned to look at his comrade. The Nurse was one of the few Colouredclanners that he tolerated, but today was an exception. Something less violent? His suggestion about poisoning the clan wasn't a bad idea; Damiano just didn't like his reasoning behind it. Did he want to approach this less violently? "Why?" he inquired, while he stared at the boy as if he had grown another head. He tapped a forepaw on the table. "Why would you want to be less violet about this when they killed one of our clanmates?" Unlike some of his other clanmates, he didn't have much to say on the situation. Damiano planned on doing whatever was best for him. He might have either participated in the raids or sit this one out.
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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 no one
    ♢ 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