TAKE THE REIGNS || OPEN, DARKCLANNER

zacharie -- · Jan 9th 2017

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

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Shortly after the Darkclan meeting, Zacharie had packed up few of his belongings before setting out to their ally. As soon as he had gotten across the border, he spoke, urgency in his voice.
"My name is Zacharie. I'm a Field Medic of Darkclan, and I need your guys' help."
His voice rang out in the clearing he found himself in, ignoring the slight unsettling feeling he got from being in a new territory. It didn't help that the territory lived up to the Clan's name. So many Shadows...

Anxiously standing there, the semi-high position didn't bother to sit, too worked up. Before he knew it, more words spilled out of his mask-covered mouth.

"Some sort of virus has taken over our clan, and nearly all of our medics have stepped down or completely disappeared. We desperately need help, and I think right now, I'm one of the only medics. And I barely know anything. Please, can someone teach me?" Towards the end of his speech, sadness was creaping into his tone. It almost sounded like he was defeated. Zach didn't even realize how worried he had been until that moment.

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missing characters! · Jan 9th 2017

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RUNNINGSPIRIT . · Jan 9th 2017

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[justify]Radioactiveplaque was the only one she knew that had some sort of knowledge on what to do here. The only issue was, would he be willing? Gordon couldn't recall whether or not DarkClan was an ally, and if they weren't, would Radio still help? The Clan was dying. Maybe they would owe ShadowClan something later.

Gordon crawled over to the border, frowning a bit as she heard Zacharie's message, but she said nothing, and only nodded in agreement to Holiday's comment.
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GENERAL:
gordon cipher | female (she/her) | warrior of (non-traditional) shadowclan; former vanguard [hp] of (non-traditional shadowclan) | physically and mentally 1 year

PHYSICAL:
• [CURRENT] light gold abyssinian cat with brown eyes

INJURIES & SCARS:
• scar that curves from her stomach (from bill)

MENTAL HEALTH:
• anxiety disorder
• post-traumatic stress disorder

PERSONALITY:
protective, nervous, persistent (with tortures, at least), easily scarred, thoughtful, caring.

RELATIONSHIPS:
• single, crushing on frisk
• panromantic, asexual

CONFRONTATION:
[color=goldenrod]• physically easy [color=goldenrod]| mentally easy
[color=goldenrod]• attack in [color=black]BOLD BLACK

[color=goldenrod]OTHER:
[color=goldenrod]| finnishwars praelium-grimm xx bill cipher (gen 8)
[color=goldenrod]• all powers (hardly uses them)
[color=goldenrod]• voice reference (nothing here)
[color=goldenrod]• tv tropes: (wip)

zacharie -- · Jan 9th 2017

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

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Feeling his shoulders slump a little bit, he nodded. "Is there anything I can do later on to repay the favor? I would probably have to do it, like, after I get Darkclan all healthy again." Zach mewed, a nervous edge in his voice. "Thank you so much."

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[ KALEIDOSCOPE ] · Jan 9th 2017

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darkclan? her dad used to live there. now she didn't know where he went. always getting himself into trouble. kaleidoscope trotted over and placed herself next to Gordon. this guy was super fidgety. the usual stereotypes of medics. but not radio, or hyacinth. they were two very strong individuals. "yes, he will be here soon. and we will discuss that afterwards. we are allies, we'll call out a favor when we need you." the large mutated being woofed.

I'M EVIL TO THE CORE / ★ / 1/4

PHYSICAL "what i wanna save, i'll kill"
★ MUTATED GHOUL DIREWOLF [current/main] | HEALTH: 100%
— pretty dark black direwolf with a strong muscular although lanky build. there are scars littered underneath her pelt but one very visible across her chest. her eyes are a zombie pale blue, but her pupils are not black, they are a kaleidoscope of colors flaring around inside. but when she gets frustrated or angry, her pupils flare up with a fire red. atop her head, located right next to her ears, are two large, sharp twisted stag antlers that branch out of the lightest brown color. and across her snout and under eyes there are speckles of white, just like freckles. inside her mouth her teeth are normal besides the canines which are elongated. she always smells of lavender and woodchips.
— injuries: none.
★ EBONY BUNNY | for sh*ts and giggles | [I]HEALTH: 100%
— a tiny bun with a cute little tail and pitch black eyes and large ears. kalei rarely changes into this form unless she wants to f*ck with people.

PERSONA "is that who I truly am?"
★ ESTP
— ambitious, independent, manipulative, arrogant, aggressive, salty
— wise, queen, irritable, petty, intimidating, powerful, charismatic
— severe schizophrenia | on/off
— obsessed with torturing and blood | obsessed with powdered donuts

CONFRONTATION "i truly don't have a chance"
★ attack in #737CA1 | physically difficult | mentally difficult
★ aims to kill | will start fights | will end/finish fights
★ no kill/maim/capture | pm for plots/threads
★ nonviolent powerplay permitted
— powers:
ghostmode/invisibility mastered
fire elemental not yet mastered
the sight mastered/disabled
conjuration mastered
telepathy mastered
shapeshifting somewhat mastered
memory/emotion manipulation almost mastered
super strength/speed mastered
mutation stag antlers

Finch Harbringer · Jan 9th 2017

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Finch padded up beside of Kalei, exchanging a glance with the female. She had never interacted with Darkclan herself, but an ally was an ally. Who knew, one day Shadowclan could find themselves in trouble, and need the help of Bloodclan. She was also flattered that he had come here - it simply meant that Shadowclan was known for having good medics. Which was far from the truth. They had great medics. "One of them should be along shortly. Don't worry, I'm sure we can help."

Mobile

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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.

RADIOACTIVE · Jan 9th 2017

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info — updated 01/03

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moonside · Jan 9th 2017

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;] he was trying to learn how to do medial stuff? well, that was kinda weird. why couldn't he just do that in shadowclan? but whatever, he wouldn't judge that hard.

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zacharie -- · Jan 9th 2017

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Normally, Zacharie wasn't like this. But he knew his clan was growing more and more sick with each day, and the last fully trained medic, Ben, had seemed to just..disappear. So there hadn't had been any time to train any newbies. So Zach had taken it upon himself to help his other clanmate, Natsume, who had a little bit more knowledge then him. He wasn't sure if she would be going to one of their other allies, or if she would join him sometime here in Shadowclan.

The skinny tom, nodded, blinking slowly. He seemed a bit embarrassed from how jittery he was acting earlier. "Ah...thank you so much, Radioactiveplague. I'm Zacharie, if you didn't hear earlier." He dipped his head in greeting, taking a deep breath to steady himself afterwards. He could do this. Darkclan was counting on him to do so.

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APPLE · Jan 9th 2017

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]back in windclan, darkclan had appeared on the border with a request regarding herbs, and not necessarily the medics themselves. you and littlespirit had complied to their wishes, gifting them with the desperately needed medicine, but it seems as if the sickness has yet to leave. concerned, you draw to a stop beside radio, whom has already agreed to train him, and tilt your head at zacharie, "do you need any more supplies? or are you ah, still running on what i— ah, windclan gave you?"

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[spoiler=TRUTH IS LIKE A LOADED GUN / ★ / 1/9][size=8]GENERAL YOU DONT WANNA POINT THAT THING 'ROUND HERE
★ frisk | nonbinary [they/them]
★ single | ½ of charisk
★ soul bond with gordon
★ physically/mentally a child
★ adopted by imperiousdevotions, artpop, sans, and funhaus
★ selective mutism | knows/uses sign language [ "SIGNING" ]
★ shadowclan duskreacher [sHP] | [u][abbr=phantomclan poltergeist (HP), shadowclan vanguard (HP), remnant initiate (sHP), windclan honorguard (HP), windclan head medic (HP)]hover[/abbr] for past ranks/positions | trailblazer title
— last saving point
funhaus' room

PHYSICAL MAKE ALL OF YOUR SKELETONS APPEAR
★ GERMAN SHEPHERD [main/birth] | HEALTH: [i]99%
— lithe, fuzzy cinnamon brown puppy. baby chub, kinda plump. golden flowers line left cheek, briefly lurk inside the left side of jaw, and trail down to collarbone. pale yellow glowing eyes (usually closed). packs boiling, blistering body heat, like a severe fever. purple and pink striped turtleneck sweater. SOUL manifests and pushes out of their chest when they are in danger/under attack. [X]
— injuries: scar along neck, shielded by flowers.

PERSONALITY THIS IS REAL LIFE
★ INFP | All Loving Hero | The Determinator | The Cutie
— determined | open-minded | escapist | self-deprecating | forgiving | friendly
— will not fight, will not kill, will not harm another creature. even if that means they must die and die and die again, continually reanimating and trying once more, they will do it. mercy is the only option they'll allow. they won't necessarily always stop people from attacking others, but they won't partake in it themself. they place others before themself at all times, can often seem like a pushover. loving, affectionate demeanour, total cuddle buddy. likes giving gifts. uses their cute appearance to their advantage, but not cruelly so. not manipulative. mostly nice. true neutral.

CONFRONTATION AND YOU'VE BEEN LIVING FICTIONAL
★ attack in #F7E0B1 | physically/mentally super easy
★ formerly trained by sans and holydove
★ studies medicine | knows some self defense
★ will show mercy | dodges most attacks, randomizer in use
★ might run if challenged | [i]rarely fights back
★ no kill/maim/capture | pm for plots/threads
★ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
— powers flowerprints, the sight, time travel

RADIOACTIVE · Jan 10th 2017

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zacharie -- · Jan 12th 2017

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Eyes darting towards Frisk, he thought for a moment. Truth be told, he hadn't been in the medic's den that much...time to put that on a list of things to do. "If I'm being completely honest, I'm not sure. I may take you up on the offer of taking a few extra supplies back, if that would be okay?" He glanced around at the rest, awaiting their reaction.

// click! sorry it's so late </3

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^^FairytaleFantasy^^ · Jan 13th 2017

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; color:#;]The kitsune had not been around enough to know all the problems lurking in other clans. If there were any that she had though of, it would have been the common attacks and raids. That was what most clans dealt with- and usually ended up asking allies for help. However, what this person was dealing with sounded serious- and more damaging.

Bounding into the scene, the light pink kitsunes light blue eyes glistened as she spotted what she thought to be a joiner. But it ended up being some one asking for help and assitance. they were the same thing, were they not?"Hello... I don't think we will mind if you take a few? we have got a lot, from what i've seen." She replied cheerfully, nodding. She looked around, waiting for epople to state their opinion and agree or dis agree to her.