[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Aloy was nowhere to be found but that wasn't her concern for the moment. Sweetophelia's suspicions were beginning to grow more firm by the minute and shortly after attending to the other matters of business that her new position had entailed, the BlizzardClan leader had requested to have Alastor brought to her den for a private audience. Even if she could more than handle herself, Sweetophelia had allowed her high positions to remain in the vicinity, but unless Alastor were to try anything it would remain only the two of them in the leader's den.
THE THRILL THAT KILLS — private
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Alastor couldn't say that he was surprised that he was being called to meet with Sweet in the leaders den. It already had been awhile since he began to cause trouble between the two clans. He was surprised it took them this long to get some leads on him, but he was glad that his plan to frame Aloy had somewhat worked. That little prick thought it was okay to swipe his mask off, he had to make him pay somehow for it. Only if Aloy was called to the leaders den instead of him, he would have been more satisfied.
The masked wildcat padded into the den, looking over at the BlizzardClan leader. He kept his gaze locked on the ragdoll cat, unblinking.
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]The trouble with the Phantom had started up near the end of Tama's reign and in all of the ensuing confusion and Saltcircles' brief stint as leader, there had been no time to deal with the Phantom. But Sweetophelia had taken authority now and after she had gotten the initial proceedings out of the way, she had immediately turned her attention onto the Phantom investigation. A problem with RiverClan, a clan in which she had a number of personal friends, was not desirable to the Targaryen in the least.
Now, Sweetophelia wouldn't have definitive proof of Alastor's guilt until she recovered the missing RiverClanners but he didn't know the extent of her knowledge. For all that the masked wildcat knew her bluff could very be the spoken truth. "Let's cut to the chase." The tall feline sat up, leaning back as she regarded him through steady violet eyes. "The Phantom's crime spree started up shortly after you came to BlizzardClan. Don't think for a moment that I didn't notice your little excursions away from BlizzardClan territory, and you match up to the description of the Phantom. What compelled you to target RiverClanners of all animals?" Sweetophelia watched him silently, a quiet attentiveness in her easy posture. Would he deny it? Would he confess? Why had he given them so many clues in the first place if there was not some silent part of him that wanted to be held accountable?
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GENERAL:
◦ SWEETOPHELIA ALYSANNE TARGARYEN | FEMALE
◦ ? Age | Ages at roleplayer's discretion
◦ Created July 12th, 2015
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IMPORTANT FACTS:
◦ BlizzardClan Leader
◦ Ambassador to WindClan
◦ Speaks fluent French as a second language
◦ Former BlizzardClan Vice-Leader & BloodClan 3rd Tier [2015]
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RECENT EVENTS:
◦ Gave birth [1/21]
◦ Became leader [1/22]
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PHYSICAL:
◦ Domestic Feline [main] | health: 95%
— A tall seal-point Ragdoll cat with pale lilac eyes
— major injuries: n/a
— minor injuries: n/a
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PERSONALITY:
affectionate | courteous | cynical | feminine | introspective | maternal
passionate | paranoid | politically inclined | proud | scornful | vindictive
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RELATIONSHIPS:
◦ Bisexual Biromantic
◦ Dating Riddlersgame | ½ of Swiddler
◦ Was adopted by Snowwhite Dubois
◦ Eurydice Targaryen x Domeric | Gen 3
◦ Malaella Targaryen x Lucerys Targaryen | Gen 5
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POWERS:
◦ conjuration | discovered - mastered
◦ super senses | discovered — mastered
◦ teleportation | discovered — mastered
◦ elemental powers | discovered — mastered
— fire elemental powers
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INTERACTION:
◦ Mentally difficult | Physically difficult
◦ Unlikely to Start Fights | Will End Fights
◦ Attack in BOLD GREY -
The Phantom couldn't help it but begin to smirk, when Sweet began to speak up. The masked wildcat would listen closely, his tail beginning to swish behind him. So it seemed like Sweet here pretty much solved the investigation and solved all of his clues. "Brava mademoiselle," The Phantom would say with a smirk, "Congratulations, you have caught the Phantom." Alastor knew that he was basically confirming her suspicions, but it was about time someone solved his little mystery. He was basically ready to give one more important note to those RiverClanners, to see if they could finally discover who the Phantom is.
"Isn't that quite simple, child?" The Phantom would begin to ask as he kept his gaze locked onto the leader. "I had originally tried targeting an enemy known as the Exiles, but they didn't seem to care about their missing clanmates. But an ally on the other hand, they clearly show love and compassion for their clanmates."
Alastor found himself stepping away from the leader, shaking his head in anger. Anger was beginning to radiate the male's body, the Phantom beginning to shake with anger. "But would they show that love and compassion to me? No. Just like those loners, they would have treated me the same very way if they had seen me for who I am suppose to be."
"A monster. You and your clan would probably treat me the same way as well," The masked panther found himself saying angrily, the male looking up at Sweet. There would be no doubt in the Phantom's mind that they would accept him for the monster he was, hiding under the mask. "I wanted to make those loners pay for how they treated me, by making others go through the pain I experienced." -
[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Little did he know. Sweetophelia listened on with little humour as the newly revealed Phantom went on to explain himself - this was the famous villain monologue, wasn't it? She didn't speak up again until he had concluded. "But you weren't punishing those loners, Alastor. You were punishing innocent animals - animals who had no part in your abuse." She stood up, watching for signs that he would bolt but the panther seemed too agitated to think of fleeing. "Where are you keeping your prisoners? Did you hide them on our territory?" He did not need to answer as she was endowed with Super Senses but Sweetophelia preferred to hear the answer directly from Alastor himself. "What did you do to them?" Sylmae was one of his prisoners, amongst many other RiverClanners. Sweetophelia dreaded seeing any of them killed.
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GENERAL:
◦ SWEETOPHELIA ALYSANNE TARGARYEN | FEMALE
◦ ? Age | Ages at roleplayer's discretion
◦ Created July 12th, 2015
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IMPORTANT FACTS:
◦ BlizzardClan Leader
◦ Ambassador to WindClan
◦ Speaks fluent French as a second language
◦ Former BlizzardClan Vice-Leader & BloodClan 3rd Tier [2015]
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RECENT EVENTS:
◦ Gave birth [1/21]
◦ Became leader [1/22]
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PHYSICAL:
◦ Domestic Feline [main] | health: 95%
— A tall seal-point Ragdoll cat with pale lilac eyes
— major injuries: n/a
— minor injuries: n/a
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PERSONALITY:
affectionate | courteous | cynical | feminine | introspective | maternal
passionate | paranoid | politically inclined | proud | scornful | vindictive
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RELATIONSHIPS:
◦ Bisexual Biromantic
◦ Dating Riddlersgame | ½ of Swiddler
◦ Was adopted by Snowwhite Dubois
◦ Eurydice Targaryen x Domeric | Gen 3
◦ Malaella Targaryen x Lucerys Targaryen | Gen 5
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POWERS:
◦ conjuration | discovered - mastered
◦ super senses | discovered — mastered
◦ teleportation | discovered — mastered
◦ elemental powers | discovered — mastered
— fire elemental powers
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INTERACTION:
◦ Mentally difficult | Physically difficult
◦ Unlikely to Start Fights | Will End Fights
◦ Attack in BOLD GREY -
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"That is what you think, good mademoiselle," The Phantom would lowly growl, as he kept his gaze locked on Sweet. "I was punishing them. I punished them through the pain of others, but I doubt they'd care about the pain they caused. They barely cared about the pain they inflicted on me." Alastor could remember it clearly now. He was a young cub, getting laughed at and teased for his face. His own parents were ashamed of him, and they all began to call him a monster.
"Yes they're in the territory, but you will have to find out about the exact location yourself," The male would murmur, with a frown. "Torture, child." Alastor never got the chance to murder any of the RiverClanners, but if he gotten it, he surely would have done it. That would have made the loners truly pay.
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"How did they hurt you, Alastor?" She grew cold at the mention of him torturing RiverClanners but she forced her expression to remain carefully placid. Sweetophelia wouldn't lose control of the situation by getting as worked up as he was now. Clearly Alastor had a deranged sense of justice, and she was beginning to suspect that he was not mentally competent.
"I would suggest that you don't try anything to make this more difficult on yourself." If he would not divulge their locations then the BlizzardClan leader would find them herself but Alastor's new stubbornness was not appreciated. "I'm beginning to suspect that you either wanted to be caught - " And draw attention to his own private suffering, and perhaps on a subconscious level had even wanted to be helped. " - or that the idea of notoriety simply appealed to you. Nevertheless I will bring you before the rest of BlizzardClan and those animals you've harmed will be returned to their home."
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GENERAL:
◦ SWEETOPHELIA ALYSANNE TARGARYEN | FEMALE
◦ ? Age | Ages at roleplayer's discretion
◦ Created July 12th, 2015
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IMPORTANT FACTS:
◦ BlizzardClan Leader
◦ Ambassador to WindClan
◦ Speaks fluent French as a second language
◦ Former BlizzardClan Vice-Leader & BloodClan 3rd Tier [2015]
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RECENT EVENTS:
◦ Gave birth [1/21]
◦ Became leader [1/22]
space
PHYSICAL:
◦ Domestic Feline [main] | health: 95%
— A tall seal-point Ragdoll cat with pale lilac eyes
— major injuries: n/a
— minor injuries: n/a
space
PERSONALITY:
affectionate | courteous | cynical | feminine | introspective | maternal
passionate | paranoid | politically inclined | proud | scornful | vindictive
space
RELATIONSHIPS:
◦ Bisexual Biromantic
◦ Dating Riddlersgame | ½ of Swiddler
◦ Was adopted by Snowwhite Dubois
◦ Eurydice Targaryen x Domeric | Gen 3
◦ Malaella Targaryen x Lucerys Targaryen | Gen 5
space
POWERS:
◦ conjuration | discovered - mastered
◦ super senses | discovered — mastered
◦ teleportation | discovered — mastered
◦ elemental powers | discovered — mastered
— fire elemental powers
space
INTERACTION:
◦ Mentally difficult | Physically difficult
◦ Unlikely to Start Fights | Will End Fights
◦ Attack in BOLD GREY -
"They tortured me... humiliated me, teased, abused, you name it," The Panther would mutter angrily, shaking his head as he tried to keep the thoughts of his past out of his head. It was the loners faults on why he had to hide away with a mask, it was their fault those RiverClanners were harmed. "No one once dared to show me any kind of support, not even my parents," The Phantom would find himself think out loud, clearly still worked up.
The male would attempt to calm himself down, letting out a small laugh. "You already got this far into discovering who I am, it shouldn't be too difficult for you to discover the location," The male would say, with a sigh escaping his lips.
And then, he heard Sweet continue to speak. The masked panther would dig his claws into the ground, his tail lashing behind him. "So be it."