[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia had offered to take the RiverClan leader to see Alastor, so after making certain that the returned RiverClanners were safely secured in their home, Sweetophelia had returned with Ivylee by her side. Ivylee was rather young for a leader - although there had certainly been younger leaders in the past - but Sweetophelia had developed a fairly positive opinion of her thus far. Glancing back at the white canine, Sweetophelia paused outside the door of Alastor's new "home". She knocked, knowing that he was likely waiting inside with one of his new guards. "We're coming in." That said, Sweetophelia pulled the door open.
IT'S NOT TYPICAL — IVYLEE, ALASTOR
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[font='baskerville old face']ISELOTTA DAAÉ
[color=gray]White Panther | 2 years | Attack in [color=#7F0037]Bold #7F0037[fancypost=width:375px; min-height:187px; color:darkgray; margin-top:-5px;][align=justify][font=georgia]
Iselotta was there too; as promised, she was watching over the Phantom. Her pity, and perhaps her all too-gentle nature led her to volunteer herself for such a task. It was true he was far from... socially suitable, and the panther did not condone anything that he had done. But that didn't mean she could attempt to be sociable with him, and maybe convert him back into.. 'normal' society. Though even that was a feat, as even though the Phantom respected her, he was a man of very few words.At the knock on the door, Iselotta rose her her paws, softly padding to the door to open it, but inhaling sharply in surprise as the door opened mere seconds later, her fur ruffling slightly at her neck as she was nearly smacked in the face, though clearly more embarrassed than anything as she bowed her head to the two leaders. "Madame's," she uttered respectfully, stepping out of the way to allow them in. Quietly, she sat aside, as it was her duty as a guard. "Shall I leave you both to speak with him alone? Or would you rather me be here?"
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Alastor had not been expecting any visitors anytime soon, considering all what he has done lately. Alastor was inside his hut, with Lottie, actually feeling like he was enjoying his time right now. He was with Lottie, he wasn't with the other guards. The Phantom absolutely hated his other guards, and he made sure of it. He was sure that they hated him in return, anyways, why wouldn't they? He was a monster after all. Alastor's ears pricked up at the sound of the door opening, looking over to see Sweet and a canine he did not recognize.
It didn't even take the Phantom a moment to find out Ivylee was from RiverClan, he could smell the scent of RiverClan all over her. Alastor was able to pick that scent out easily, considering he captured five RiverClanners. Boy, that cave surely smelled more like RiverClan than BlizzardClan in the end. He would glance over at Lottie for a moment, before looking back over at Sweet and Ivy. Lottie was right, he was a man of very few words.
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[center][fancypost=border-width=0; width: 450px; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify;]Ivylee, in all honesty, was a little nervous to see the Phantom. How couldn't she be, when he had taken a multitude of her clanmates and held them captive? The little Samoyed stood beside Sweetophelia, watching as she pushed the door open. They were greeted by one of the Phantom's guards it seemed, and she seemed kind. Ivy wouldn't mind if she had stayed while they spoke, though she would look up at Sweet, wondering what the BlizzardClan leader preferred. She flickered her gaze toward the Phantom now, feeling her chest clench at his stare, though she straightened up, trying to make herself look less uncomfortable. She could only hope that Sweet was right, and so far she was trusting her.
GENERAL: (Biography)
Ivylee Rae Xerses — Female — Heterosexual — Skipper (Leader) of RiverClan — Loyalist Title — 12 months — Born January 2nd, 2016 — 8/9 Lives
RELATIONSHIPS:
NPC x NPC — Aunt to Ramses — 1st generation — Heir to the Xerses family — Taken/Dating Draco Malfoy — ½ of Dracee
PHYSICAL:
White miniature Samoyed w/blue spotting — Sapphire blue eyes — Small, fluffy, sleek — No injuries — Additional bodies: silver torbie w/violet eyes — Wears a bandana and a silver bow
PERSONALITY:
Perky, outgoing, social butterfly — Sweet, nosy, empathetic — Has high self-esteem — Independent, responsible, workaholic — Peaceful, Pacifistic — Overenthusiastic, friendly, gentle — Energetic and hyper — Loves to play but can be serious when necessary
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CONFRONTATION:
[font='Georgia, serif']Physically Easy — Mentally medium — Powers include water elementals, shape shifting, and telepathy — Attack in [font='Georgia, serif']bolded lightblue[font='Georgia, serif'] — power-playing peaceful actions/gestures is acceptable -
[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"You may stay if you please, Iselotta," Sweetophelia nodded, glancing briefly to Ivylee when the RiverClan leader looked to her. Alastor seemed unusually calmer when he was in Iselotta's presence, and Sweetophelia trusted the girl. She even dared to suspect that the Phantom had particular feelings of affection for the white panther, although it remained unseen whether the interest was mutual. Regardless, Iselotta treated him kindly.
"Ivylee, this is Alastor," Sweetophelia nodded towards the masked panther. "Alastor, this is Ivylee. She's the leader of RiverClan." The clan whom he had wronged. She fell silent then, curious to see if Ivylee had any questions of him or if Alastor would demonstrate any contrition.
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GENERAL:
◦ SWEETOPHELIA ALYSANNE TARGARYEN | ♀
◦ ? 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:
◦ Mentoring Wisteria
◦ 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
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Ah, so this was RiverClan's leader. Little to Sweetophelia's knowledge, back when Alastor was capturing RiverClanners, Alastor used his super senses to listen in RiverClan, to see if the news about 'The Phantom' was spreading. Because he listened in with super senses, he was able to find out RiverClan was talking about him, especially in a meeting. In result, he had sent them a note, with a major clue. It was his final note, and Sweetophelia had discovered he was the Phantom before RiverClan came to speak to her. The masked wildcat would keep his gaze locked on the miniature samoyed, unblinking.
"Ah, hello mademoiselle," The Phantom would say towards Ivylee Xerses, "It is a honor to meet you." The masked panther would not say another word, not bothering to demonstrate any contrition towards the RiverClan leader. And about Sweet's suspicions of the Phantom having feelings of affection towards Lottie, it was true. The Black Panther surely felt a lot of affection towards the guard, there was no doubt in that.