THE VIPER [o, meet & greet]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:7pt]A fire flowed through her veins, boiling her blood and making her wince as the humid weather began to finally — albeit slowly — affect her. Over time would Kos' body grow accustomed to it, but til then, the massive creature began to burn up and it showed. The substance that so freely leaked from beneath her bandages and flowing from her healing optics began to ooze uncontrollably, even causing her saliva to pour out galaxies and tendrils of shadows from her mouth. And, rather peculiarly, her 'eyes' began flashing off more than normal — causing tremendous pain within her cranium, and tempting Kos to unravel the bloodied cloth to 'see' what was going on. However, she did not give in and endured through the pain — although how long she could obscure such discomfort was a mystery.


    Presently, the creature was shrouded in shadows and stars, steering through reminiscent of a snake, weaving through vines and over crumbled ruins. Occasionally did her form fade in and out with her flesh one, making her instead appearing like a ghost trying to meld with it's disintegrating corpse. It was then as she prowled through the territory that she'd realized that she knew basically nothing about Shadowclan nor of any faces — or voices in her case, which served just the same — sans two, but even then they were in passing. Seeking to remedy this, the hellhound then slinked back to camp, shadows and stars revealing the rest of her body and leaving a trail behind her before dissolving. Entering and sitting near the entrance, the creature then called out, "Meet and greet!" So much for keeping a low profile. "And while you're at it, tell me something about you and Shadowclan, and I'll answer whatever question you may have about me."


    `⋆ THE STARS DORMANT IN YOUR BLOOD
    `⋆ THE STARS DORMANT IN YOUR BLOOD

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    Amon supposes that new people have passed into their borders in the brief time he was gone. Brooding alone someplace quiet, waiting out his damned insomnia and burning through cigarette after cigarette in peace. His slumber had been short and restless, but it had done remarkable things to his mood. Which is probably why he was choosing to participate in this person's meet and greet instead of keeping to the shadows like always.


    "Hm," he hums, dark eyes curiously observing the other. The ocelot doesn't really enjoy sharing things about himself — things were either too personal or too vague. "I'm Amon, 'n I reckon I got a bit of a smoking problem. Don't know jack about ShadowClan since I'm relatively new. But, ah, why do ya have" — he pauses here and makes an exaggerated gesture to his eyes, even though she couldn't see him doing so — "that thing ova your eyes?"


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    there had been a lot of new members lately, kenji being one of them, but was more really merrier? but he would find himself following the call of the meet and greet, forcing a smile he'd approach the stranger. "hello, i am kenji charbonnier, its a pleasure," he'd say, seeming to drawl on the word 'pleasure', implying it wasn't very sincere. "i hope shadowclan is suiting you needs."
    /rushed + mobile
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    [size=8]GENERAL: [color=black][biography wip]
    · kenji charbonnier | kenny, kenken | kenji
    · bisexual, aromantic with masc prefrence | ♂
    · 13th of november | currently around young apprentice age | ten months
    · currently resides in sunclan


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    · single | no current crushes



    PHYSICALITY:
    ★ FACE CLAIM: an oc of mine| health: 100% | healthy
    — kenji is a thin black cat, not weighing that much, he is very lithe and tall
    — he has black hair and grey eyes
    — he occasionally sports a white bow around his neck or a bell collar



    PERSONALITY: Kenji is not a very nice boy. He's a pure narcissist who values himself a trait he does very little to hide. He doesn't care much for the feelings of others, making him insensitive and rather blunt. He's sarcastic and condescending, often humouring himself at the expense of others. Very rude and bratty, often acting intentionally off-putting just to get a reaction


    Kenji can, however, be charming when he wants to be, and will often use this to his advantage in order to get what he wants. He knows how to wrap weak men around his little finger, and enjoys making them do his dirty work and ordering them around. He's used to being spoiled and is prone to bouts of aggression if things don't go his way.


    Kenji is very much a hedonist and lives his life in a constant pursuit of pleasure, often found in the way of sex, money, expensive wines and chocolates.
    · charming
    · lazy
    · hedonistic, selfish, bratty, sarcastic, spoiled


    INTERACTION + COMBAT:
    · kenji will lash out if insulted or threatened
    · can powerplay at times
    · mildly trained | average
    · ends fights if started, hates to lose and a sore loser
    · Attack in plain bold

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    Finch approached, curiosity painting her ivory gaze. The Shadowclanner was peculiar looking - oozing a sort of puss from underneath her bandages, and appearing almost like a ghost. It intrigued the young female, honestly. She had an odd appearance about herself as well, but her oddities were simply short legs and large ears.


    Either way, she wanted to introduce herself. She liked having friends and people to go to within the clan, and she had yet to see this peculiar being about.


    "Hello! I'm Finch Harbringer."


    Finch also noticed that she had said to say something about Shadowclan once they introduced themselves, something which Finch was more than happy to do.


    "Well, I suppose since you're new, If you didn't know, we're at war with the Cartel."


    She knew it was an odd thing to bring up at a meet and greet, but nevertheless, it was important for everyone to know, and since the canine was new, it was likely that they didn't.


    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.

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    There was something so whimsical about Kos, as if she had stepped from the pages of a fantasy book herself. She looked sickly, like a ghost struggling to keep form, but Hyacinth couldn't help but notice how entire galaxies seemed to follow her pawsteps, or how she seemed to see through the bandages that barred her vision. The stars that followed her trail entranced the Spiritseeker with ideas of wonder and mystified her with the possibility of it all. Maybe she had been reading too much, but the female seemed to be straight from a different dimension.


    Despite the glitter of wariness and caution in her eyes, the cream point's eternally sorrowful face seemed painted over with awe as she wandered over. She sat among her clanmates and felt her tail curl up and around her paws, thinking of exactly what she would say in this particular meet and greet. managing to find her words, the mute began to write on a wooden board, not bothering to hide her neck wounds at this point. "I'm Hyacinth, and I'm a Spiritseeker, or medic apprentice, so if you ever get hurt you can see Radio or me." on a line below the first sentence was another. "Did you live anywhere else before shadowclan?"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Her cranium tilts in Amon's direction, body slightly shifting as well to further signal that he held her current attention. Like him, Kos was mostly confidential and private — majority of her business was hers alone, not of anyone else's concern. But if she wanted to further extend her quest, she would need ties, however short, and gain the trust of others. As he spoke, she gave a bemused snort; Kos was well aware of a cigarette, but once — rumors among the revered court — she'd heard of those possessed with a dragon's soul — doomed forever with a kindling fire that never seemed to go away. No doubt that the ocelot wasn't one, but it did leave her curious. "So you are. I'm Kos Morn — or some say Kosm," she introduced, giving a short bow. "A smoker, you say? I hope you haven't lit anyone on fire." Her mouth then twisted into a frown as he asked his question. It wasn't one of anger, nor of disappointment, although there was some emotion to it. "My eyes ... they are healing, being that I've obtained such an injury from a ... miscalculation." Her tongue flicks out and over her sharp teeth, a tic of being in thought, as if she was reliving that memory. "I need to keep the facade of being a mystery, so that helps with appearances. I ... don't know how far the extent of them are, but I can see ... in the slightest."


    Heaving a sigh of nebula, she then glanced over at the next person to arrive: Kenji. She gave a slight nod in response, giving a shrug of her massive shoulders at his inquiry. "I have yet to take advantage of the offers that Shadowclan has, but no doubt I will in the future. I am of the ambitious sort." She then flashed a nearly equal forced smile at him, unaware that he had one of his own plastered on his face.


    "A war?" the beast asked, a breathless excitement seeping into her tone, as Finch approached. Her own homeland was skirting about the brink of a war, and the idea of participating in such would nearly cause her to enlist due to being told of the noble status that came with serving in one. It was brought about the abrupt departure of the heinous prince, of course, and she was conscripted to find him just as quick; if they had started one while she was gone was currently unknown to her, but it was a 'fun' thought nonetheless. Kos then cleared her throat and expressed her thanks. "That is ... an interesting fact. I thank you for telling me this, Finch."


    Then there was a familiar scent, one that was recognizable from her joining mere days before. Behind her bandages, beneath the substance that oozed, her optics squinted to make out the figure and words upon the wooden board with such poor vision. This ... that was the mute child. She could remember her, faintly, but close enough. A small smile touched the edges of her lips before quickly disappearing into nothingness. Hyacinth. At least now she had a name to a face. "You won't see much of me near medicine, but if something dire comes up, I'll make sure to come to you ... and this Radio person." she mused, flicking a large ear. She tossed her head back at forth as she mulled over her answer. How could she even describe it? "I took residence within another clan before arriving here, but I have since forgotten it's name." Which was a lie: it was Windclan, but she wasn't too sure whether or not to spew such names within this place was a good idea, so it was better to be safe than sorry. "My homeland however is within a different dimension — a land composed of the monarchy and its court, classified by only highbloods and lowbloods."


    `⋆ THE STARS DORMANT IN YOUR BLOOD
    `⋆ THE STARS DORMANT IN YOUR BLOOD

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    [justify]Painted really didn't feel like talking, having a conversation, being happy in general, she wasn't who she had been before, she had no drive, no motivation... her life was empty. "Hello, I'm Paintedwings... I'm a totally happy animal." Her voice had a hint of sarcasm in it as she spoke, "And ShadowClan used to be situated in a bog that tried to kill us all." She murmured wearily. She needed sleep.


    paintedwings - info — updated 12/17

    paintedwings - info — updated 12/17

    paintedwings - info — updated 12/17

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]Speckle didn't know a lot of members and of course she wanted to get to know them. But she wasn't social enough. And she blamed the fact she had been tortured and raped. Everything began to scare the poor girl. She had to become stronger but she didn't know how. However, she came to this meet and greet, even when she could have an anxiety attack it any time. "Oh. Um. Hello I am Specklepaw. But you can..um. Call me speckle."

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    [spoiler= they call me a gorgeous nightmare |updated 1/9]

    opinions ic | main character | speech | bump threads after 2 days


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    you're such a gorgeous nightmare / GENERAL INFO:
    ✩ SPECKLEPAW "CHELSEA" PRAELIUM | BEARPAW/ SPECKLESPRING | SPECKS
    ✩ Undetermined Sexuality | Interest level: 4/10 | Homoromantic | Cis female [she/her]
    ✩ 9 months | Dec. 7th | Sagittarius | Ages 1 month on the 7th or however the role-player wants
    ✩ Shadowclan | loyal to family

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    I feel so alive / RELATIONSHIPS:
    ✩ Single | Looking? | No current crushes or maybe crushes, yet
    [color=#DBFEF8]✩ Lithiumkisses xx Bubonicplague | Generation 2?
    [color=#DBFEF8]✩ Mentor; Fautus
    [color=#DBFEF8]✩ ⅓ of Specklekisses,¼ of Spectus, ¼ of Spealei. | [½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅛ of name ships]

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    [color=#DBFEF8]APPEARANCE:     [color=white][WOLF] | [color=#DBFEF8]STATUS:     CURRENT [10%]
    [color=#DBFEF8]✩ brownish orange wolf with orange eyes. A black nose and short whiskers. Most of her fur is verge thick with colors of brownish and orange and a hint of white. Her long tail is almost solid black except for the tip which is white. The wolf stands at almost 1 and a half feet tall which is tall for a young juvenile pup. She is a lot heavier than the average.
    [color=#DBFEF8]✩ wears a black scarf with her initals & a silver bear necklace she received from her mother on Christmas.
    [color=#fff]—     [color=#DBFEF8]INJURIES/ILLNESSES: scar across her face

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    [color=#DBFEF8]you've resurrected me / PERSONALITY:
    [color=#DBFEF8]✩ Loyal, Honest, Trustworthy, Strong-willed , looks you for others.Sometimes rude, asshole.


    [color=#DBFEF8]✩ Well, Bear is hard to put a set personality. It's because she changes her additude depending on the person. However she still remains loyal, honest and trustworthy. However she can be brutality honest. Especially if she doesn't like someone.
    [color=#fff]—     [color=#DBFEF8]DISORDERS: suffers from anxiety & ptsd.

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    [color=#DBFEF8]you make me feel brand new again / COMBAT + INTERACTION:
    [color=#DBFEF8]✩ Physical medium | Mental hard | currently training
    [color=#DBFEF8]✩ will not start Fights | will fight if provked
    [color=#DBFEF8]✩ All nonviolent, friendly and/or peaceful actions can be powerplayed.
    [color=#DBFEF8]✩ To engage in combat, use [color=white]bold white, [color=black]black or [b][u]bold underlined.

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    The melanistic jaguar slid silently over to the group of chattering Shadowclanners, her golden flecked emeralds sweeping over the unfamiliar faces as they introduced themselves to Kos Morn; she probably ought to host her own session to meet her new clanmates, but it was easy to use this one to already freshen up her contacts list. "Maleficent Nefariam," offered the sorceress, her voice a honeyed hum, "I am new to Shadowclan, so I am afraid I cannot offer anything in that arena."
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    Hyacinth watched Kos intently, observing how her neck bent as she leaned forward and how the bandages moved from atop her squinted eyes. Perhaps the mute should've been more delicate with the fact that it would not be easy for them to communicate, but the cream point did not enjoy the idea of toting around a translator all day when they most likely had a life to live too. Perhaps this was the best bet in terms of talking to others, and the feline couldn't quite imagine it any other way. She had grown used to not being able to speak, and adapted accordingly, a fact that she seemed quite proud of.


    She listened to her explanation with perked ears, hardly registering Paintedwings and Maleficent approaching around her in her pure awe and wonder. Even the most mundane thing seemed magical in the words of the female, it was as if a book had been made after her. She smiled at the mere thought, a genuine smile that seemed rare against the creased lines of sorrow upon her features. She quickly wrote onto her wooden notepad, avidly using her dulled claw to create a sentence. "That seems magical, but I can understand why you left... It doesn't sound like they treated the lower castes very well."


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