[ I CHIME IN ✦ O, COLOUREDCLANNER ]

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;text-transform:lowercase;][size=8][font=verdana]the ambassador is somewhat early in visiting shadowclan again, but he feels as though this journey away from colouredclan is something he has been needing. he's frustrated with himself for having been so jaded as of late and feels as though he hasn't been doing very much for his clan. he has brought along several baskets, each containing small packets of various sweets for the clan, and is weighing up asking them about the possibility of an event, especially since the plan with the rift doesn't seem to have gone anywhere. he remains quiet as he waits by the border, looking around expectantly. [/fancypost]
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    ✦ GIVE A LITTLE TIME TO ME | 31/DEC

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    There were many foreign agencies upon Shadowclan border recently. Among the slew of new faces and personalities coming to and from the dark, shrouded clan from time to time, there also seemed to be a stream of various allies and neutrals waiting patiently at the treeline where rainforest stopped and other climates began. There was an ominous fog that seemed to rise at the very feet of the Colouredclanner, swirling around the twisted, tall trees yet betraying the abundance of life hidden behind the mist. Monkeys howled from within and tropical birds squalled across the forest, creating a cacophony of noise that affirmed that not only the clan made residence among the wood and foliage.


    A cream point nosed her way from the verdant foliage, green fronds gently leaning against her eburnese and toffee fur as her blue eyes met the figure of the stranger. Noticing the odd scent accompanying the other, a frown appeared on her face, her posture diminutive and small, as if she were trying to go unnoticed. Hyacinth had never enjoyed being the first on the scene, but she supposed a duty of hers was being hospitable and making sure Shadowclan was the prime experience for every visitor. She let out a sigh and approached, the humid breeze gently picking up her neck fur and revealing the slew of grotesque scars across her jugular. She rose up a wooden board and forced a smile to her face. "I presume these are gifts?" she had written, her anxiety hardly covered by the jovial smile. "if so, thank you!"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]The smell of Colouredclan was a familiar one and he found himself walking toward the border although he took his time making it to the border. The face was one that he did remember remember and he dipped his head to Euphemia before he sat down beside his apprentice. His eyes shift to the gifts though he didn't care about those. Colouredclan was more of his interest. "How is Colouredclan doing, Euphemia?"


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; line-height:97%; height: auto;font-family: helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify]The scent of Euphemia on the border was one that was becoming familiar to Haiiro, something fairly stable so far in his life. A little bit had changed since he had last seen the ambassador, mostly his rank, but he wouldn't say anything about that. No, that would be like bragging, and it didn't really feel all that different anyways. It was certainly something that he was proud of, but that didn't mean that everyone had to know. Besides, he would hardly call himself personal friends with Euphemia after only seeing him on the border two or three times. "Hey," the boy greeted casually instead, waiting to hear what was going on in ColouredClan. Maybe then he would add more.


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    ((temping Lithium for rosey))


    Lithiumkisses padded into the area, taking the ColouredClan scent in through her canine nose. The wolf paused a small distance away, laying her tail over her paws after sitting. "Yea-hello," she murmured, magma eyes studying the other closely. It was kind of them to bring gifts, and she appreciated them without saying much.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width:400px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:20px;][font=times new roman] Finch Harbringer
    Finch wasn't familiar with Euphamia, however, it seemed that her clanmates were. She flicked a large ear and padded forwards, coming to a stop next to Radioativeplague. She dipped her head to the Colouredclanner, her blue eyes dancing curiously. She was always excited to meet allies. "Hello, I'm Finch Harbringer." she greeted.


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    basics
    [color=white]finch harbringer | daughter of valentine | shadehunter (hp) 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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    paradox[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#232323; borderwidth=0px; color: #666; font-family: courier; text-align: justify; width: 400px; min-height: 250px; border-bottom: 3px solid #666; border-top: 3px solid #666][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background:url(http://images.naldzgraphics.ne…arl-clock-photography.jpg); border: 3px solid #666; height: 150px; width: 150px; float: left; background-position: center; margin: 5px; padding: 0px; border-radius: 100%; margin-left: -40px; margin-top: -30px][/fancypost]paradox watched from afar as his clanmates greeted the unfamiliar feline, sauntering towards them slowly. the stranger was evidently no enemy - they bore a basket of gifts and a friendly demeanor. but paradox still felt on edge as he approached, his posture rigid and his claws unsheathed. it appeared as though all of his time in the void, where he had constantly been on the watch for danger, had made him jumpy and nervous. the sense of paranoia that lingered in his mind was frustrating and incredibly irritating, but it could be a useful asset in dangerous situations. paradox would just have to get used to it.


    he slipped toward the ambassador gracefully, dipping his head in greeting. "um... hi." he mumbled. "i'm paradox. nice to meet you." his gaze slid toward the basket in their hands greedily, his mouth watering at the scent of sweets. he didn't ask about it, however - the stranger would hand it over eventually if he had intended to give it to them. so, he waited, staring at the basket impatiently.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; color: #000000; font-family: verdana; line-height: 110%;]Haruka came over, his narrowed gaze fixed upon the stranger that stood at their border. A couple of his other clanmates seemed to be familiar with this stranger in particular who wore another clan's scent on their pelt, but the black tabby himself wasn't familiar with him for sure. He regarded the other with a vaguely curious look before he sat down and looked at the gifts the ColouredClanner had brought, his tail twitching idly behind himself as he harrumphed. He'd take a gift later, he guessed...


    [hr][spoiler=✧.° sharp eyes gaze from the darkness | tags, updated 1/8][align=center]IC OPINIONS / UNCOLORED LINKS ARE EMPTY / ACTIVE CHARACTER
    [hr][justify]✧.° AS I GAZE AT THE FLOATING MOON, WHAT COLOR ARE THESE EYES OF MINE?
    ✧ HARUKA BASKERVILLE-WALKER | AKA HARU, RUKA-CHAN
    ✧ Asexual Grayromantic | Cisgender Male | Masculine pronouns
    ✧ 00 years and 04 months | Weird aging ratio | Born Sept. 24th
    ✧ Currently resides in ShadowClan | Previously resided in HawkClan
    — Ultimate Hellspawn™
    — Haruka harbors an immense hatred for his father, Akuma, and wishes nothing but ill-will on him though he holds an begrudging amount respect for him despite his fiery hatred for him.
    — He left HawkClan because he was disgusted by their soft, pro-clan ways and ventured off to another clan who could perhaps sympathize with his violent tendencies and lust for blood and want to bring despair upon those around them. This led him to join ShadowClan after hearing a couple stories about them.
    — He is ⅓ Ghoul, ⅓ Demon, and ½ Mortal.
    — Storage | Faceclaim: Judar from Magi | Voice Reference


    ✧.° THESE SHAKING HANDS ARE WISHING FOR SO MANY THINGS Y'KNOW? ISN'T THAT FUNNY?
    ✧ Single and uninterested | No "maybe" crushes | ½ [ relationship ]
    ✧ Akuma x Candycanedreams | 2nd Gen | 2 siblings | No offspring
    ✧ One cannot simply become friends with Haruka, as he tends to dislike most people upon meeting them. However, he does show more leniency towards females than those of the same gender (and those who identify as), but even then he's known to be generally unfriendly towards most. He will choose who he wants to befriend, even if they like him or not, and will pursue in temporary alliances rather than genuine friendships, since he finds relationships such as those rather boring and irrelevant.
    ✧ In the rare occasion that Haruka genuinely befriends someone, he will show a certain amount of consideration towards them and will remain loyal to them. The only difference here is that he will not attempt to kill his friends.


    ✧.° THAT'S RIGHT, WE ARE MONSTERS THAT CONTINUE TO STRUGGLE
    ✧ MUTATED FELINE | CURRENT HEALTH: 100%
    — Even as a child, Haruka's figure is rather thin and harbors an minimal amount of fat. This perhaps betrays his future development, whereas he's bound to become rather built as he ages. He stands at an unusual height for a kitten, though it is perhaps due to the fact that he shows some similarities to that of a Maine Coon, the largest breed of cat on record. He has boyish features accompanied by two almond-shaped eyes that are evenly set apart on his face. His muzzle attains an rectangular shape with an nose that compliments it. He has large paws that support his large frame that are home to sickle-like claws that curve inwards. And though they are not too noticeable, there are two sets of bumps on his cranium that tell of the development of two different types of horns. They are too early in development to tell immediately what they'll grow to be. To Haruka's dismay, he seems to take to his father more than he does his mother and also harbors some of his snake-like traits, including a small amount of scaling along his face and also has a forked tongue. His eyes also appear snake-like where his irises are often narrowed into extremely thin disks. Haruka's base color is an dark ashen grey and overlapping it are slightly darker tabby markings that appear to be both thin and bold. There are no traces of ivory in his fur, and often he is mistaken for a pure black feline. His almond shaped eyes are colored a deep wine red with black rings and are framed with short but thick eyelashes. His nose is an dull slate grey and his paw pads share the same coloring as well while the insides of his mouth is an healthy light pink and the same goes for his eyes. His resting face consists of half-lidded eyes with a knowing, taunting smirk seemingly always playing on his features. There seems to always be an disconcerting glint in his eyes.
    — Accessories: N/A
    — Major Injuries: N/A
    — Minor Injuries: N/A


    ✧.° DESIRING EVERYTHING WE SEE
    ✧ Haruka has a general disregard for all life and tends to not care if lives are taken as an result of his careless actions. He's unsympathetic towards those whose lives are unfortunate and will most likely come off as an rather insensitive, perhaps monstrous individual. He is, rather, there is no room for doubt. He will do the things he do simply because he knows very well they are within his capabilities. He dislikes most people he comes across anyways, so he figures, why does it matter if people get hurt or wind up dying? His mentality and the way he views the world is a dangerous one, as he seems to show a certain amount of amusement as other people suffer.
    ✧ Haruka is arrogant and confident in his abilities despite them being undeveloped as of currently. He will boast and do whatever he wishes and he fails to understand that he simply cannot do whatever he wants and not take any of what he does into careful consideration. Despite his seemingly reckless and thoughtless behavior, Haruka has made himself to be exceptionally intelligent and cunning and uses this to his advantage whenever he tries to get his way. He is naturally violent and manipulative due to his demonic heritage and there is hardly a person out there who can detain someone like him and he knows it very well.
    ✧ He puts forth a childish front, proclaiming everything he does is just a simple game and that he's just trying to enjoy himself andthis facade will remain with him as he ages, though it will be obvious from the start that Haruka is a dangerous, awakened individual overall. As unstable as he may seem to be, he is capable of actually sitting down and thinking. However, he doesn't like to "think" and just "do."
    — Violent and morbid, arrogant, easily bored, childish, liar
    — Manipulative, always hostile, sadist, has twisted moralities
    — Careless, rebellious, harsh and unforgiving, judgmental


    ✧.° BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO HESITATE
    ✧ Actively antagonizes | Likely to attack even if not provoked
    ✧ Dislikes physical contact | 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.
    ✧ [PHYSICAL:] Moderately trained | Can surprisingly hold his own
    ✧ [MENTAL:] Care to try? | Legendary, hard to tap into his mind
    ✧ [OVERALL:] Uses dirty tricks and utilizes offensive powers
    ✧ Attack in underlined #b22222 and address name in BOLD CAPS.
    [color=#b22222]✧     He has multiple mental illnesses, carried down from his father and these are as follows: mild schizophrenia and compulsive lying disorder.
    [color=#b22222]✧     He has a pet black king cobra named Karasuba.[/spoiler]

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;text-transform:lowercase;][size=8][font=verdana]there's more of a crowd than he might have expected; he feels an uncomfortable weight in his stomach as his eyes skim the individuals in turn, but he tries his hardest to keep his worry from settling into his facial expression. instead, he smiles, vying to appear more confident than he is, and he turns to the first arrival. it doesn't take the vice leader's gaze long to drift to what she has written. he nods his affirmation and takes a soft but deep and deliberate breath before speaking. "yes - ah, yes, these are for you. i - i hope you like them." most people...like sweets, don't they? he's held a few events by now, several of which had prompted him to provide his guests with sugary food. it has always seemed very popular among his clanmates, so he can only hope that it will similarly appeal to shadowclan.


    the next voice to reach his ears is that of his former leader, posing an inquiry as to how his clan is faring. to tell the truth, there isn't much to be said. whatever major things that are going on are only important on a personal front and not a political one. "a - ah, we're doing alright. the same as usual," he admits. as a clan, they are very fortunate. within the four or so months he has been residing in colouredclan, he thinks nothing too drastic has happened. it's a relief for him, of course. the peace is appreciated. "how about shadowclan?"


    there are quite a few hellos and introductions following this, somewhat overwhelming, but euphemia has nothing against meeting new people and is in fact somewhat curious to know the individuals residing in his former clan. "a - ah, hello!" he reciprocates, offering the group as a whole a small wave. "i'm euphemia, nice to meet you." he picks up the names finch and paradox and his optics skim their features, trying to learn to associate the names with the faces.


    his tentativeness is gradually melting off of him and he finds himself mustering the courage to bring up the query he has been juggling in his mind - it's something he may still have to ask nighttales about, of course, but it's worth thinking about. "ah, actually, i was wondering - wondering whether, um, shadowclan would be interested in an event with colouredclan?" [/fancypost]
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    [spoiler= ✦ MY DEAR OLD FRIEND, TAKE ME FOR A SPIN | 31/DEC]
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    [size=8]「 THE LIGHTS GO OUT, I AM ALL ALONE 」
    ✦ euphemia xerses resurgam | euph, euphie, etc | male identifying
    ✦ 8 months old physically & mentally | february second | aquarius
    ✦ immortal (will come back to life if killed) | physically ages slowly
    ✦ finnishwars x leviathan | adopted by emilia | resurgam family heir
    ✦ single | no crush | greysexual homoromantic
    ✦ colouredclan lieutenant commander | former shadowclan deputy
    ✦ ghoul | can only eat felines | doesn't know how to bring out kagune
    ✦ knows / uses sign language ("sign") | stutters (word repetition)
    ✦ ptsd | has recurrent panic attacks | has undiagnosed general anxiety
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    [size=8]「 ALL THE TREES OUTSIDE ARE BURIED IN THE SNOW 」
    ✦ domestic feline | body is female | current body is not birth body
    ✦ a notably short and rather slim alabaster moggie with wine colored eyes. has no markings or prominent injuries. very youthful, feminine and sweet looking. usually wears a light pink sweater with a patterned logo and a reddish-purple skirt (main outfit reference). he also wears a red scarf around his neck.
    ✦ has a knife strapped to one hind leg.
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    [size=8]「 I SPEND MY NIGHT DANCING WITH MY OWN SHADOW 」
    ✦ isfj-t - the defender | the cutie | martial pacifist | determinator
    ✦ quiet, friendly, altruistic, anxious, introvert, determined, moody, diligent, honest, humble, reluctant, stressed, defensive, protective, perfectionist, fatigued.
    ✦ very private and cautious in his expression of self. slow to confide in others. accommodating and kind, will help others where he can. has a high tolerance and can suffer a lot of abuse before snapping. however, will not allow others to be harmed. afraid of failure, will take a while to forgive himself.
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    [size=8]「 AND IT HOLDS ME, AND IT NEVER LETS ME GO 」
    ✦ medium physically | easy - medium mentally | attack in white
    ✦ dislikes fighting | will fight back if attacked | will fight to defend others
    ✦ will never kill unless his life depends on it | abhors torture
    ✦ knows how to heal minor wounds | knows self defense | trained
    ✦ telekinesis | shapeshifting | digestive mutation (cannibal) | conjuring
    ✦ will use his knife | alternatively, will conjure the lance of longinus if he has time to do so
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 375px; height: auto; margin-bottom: -32px;][size=16pt]★ PAINTEDWINGS L. ★[/size][/fancypost]
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    [justify]Paintedwings slipped up quietly, and waited for more to be said by Radio, she had no idea how far her powers extended, and at that moment she really didn't care.


    [tracking, retro to capture]


    paintedwings - info — updated 12/17

    paintedwings - info — updated 12/17

    paintedwings - info — updated 12/17

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; line-height:97%; height: auto;font-family: helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify]Haiiro, too, was unsure exactly where the limits of his powers lay, but he was sure that an ally event wasn't something all hush-hush that only the deputies or above could handle. It was why he chose then to speak, sightless gaze directed toward the ground in a gesture that may have been taken as shyness - it wouldn't have been wrong to call him shy, but his averted gaze was not for that reason. "I think that would be nice, unless anyone, um, higher up than me has something to say against it. What do you have in mind?" the strange being spoke, flicking an ear towards Radio just in case the gravedigger had anything to say that opposed this event.


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