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    Whelp, he was trying this again, regardless if WindClan chased him out or not. He was here on business, not to harm anybody -- for once. As Bill floated towards the border, he decided to announce his presence: "Name's Bill Cipher, here on behalf of The Cartel." He was sure they've heard this a million time by now. "Here to sell you a couple of things -- that is, myself and my services." He grinned. "For $10 USD, you can buy me for s*x for one night, or to attack, steal, kill, etc. a person enemy of your's, or to attack an entire group, if that's what you desire." He explained, clearly proud of what he offered. "So, how's 'bout it?"

    //If you want your character wants to buy from him privately, feel free to shoot this PM a Conversation! WindClan doesn't have to know about your character buying him from if you don't want. :)


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    GENERAL:
    "godfather" bill cipher | male (he/him) | godfather [leader] of the cartel | titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger | mentally 1 trillion years; acts 5 years; doesn't really age in mortal bodies/takes the age of whatever body he possess
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT][/color] golden feline with black markings
    is a ghost (ghostmode); all of the bodies he possesses are sleep deprived, dehydrated, and starved.
    wears a deer teeth necklace and an intestine scarf
    black blood
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    "FINN'S" written on right flank
    scars also change depending on the body he possesses; the "finn" scar stays, however.
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    emotionally unstable
    currently dealing with keeping "corrupt" at bay (bleeds from the nose, eyes, and mouth from this occasionally)
    PERSONALITY:
    insane, sarcastic, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, quick thinker, quick talker, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic, untrustworthy
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; panromantic, pansexual; sleeps with everyone
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically easy, mentally very hard
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER
    tv tropes/bio/other information and links



    ❝ luna noctcaligo — warlord, healer ❞


    "Get the hell out," Luna snapped as soon as her golden eyes fell upon the demonic form, the rage of the last few days crashing down on her like a tidal wave of pure hate. She had enough of the Cartel on their lands, she had enough of enemies brazenly coming to their borders and standing there as if they were not the progenitor of most of the deaths that haunted the clans.


    "Get the hell out you beast, WindClan has no need for your services and if I as so much see you here again I will kill you," the great tiger snarled as she came out of the tall prairie grass, rage burning in her eyes.

    "Oh, please do." Bill responded with a grin at Luna, flickering off ghostmode. He sat back on his haunches after dropping to the ground, extending his fore arms, as if offering Luna to leap at him. He needed to get rid of this body anyway; it was getting too deprived of everything, and he could feel the subconscious fighting against him. But he just hadn't found the time to get rid of it himself, so someone practically offering to kill it for him? He'll welcome that offer with open arms, even if Luna had technically said she'd kill him if she saw him here again.


    He was sure they'd gladly kill him, regardless of what Luna said.


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    GENERAL:
    "godfather" bill cipher | male (he/him) | godfather [leader] of the cartel | titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger | mentally 1 trillion years; acts 5 years; doesn't really age in mortal bodies/takes the age of whatever body he possess
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT][/color] golden feline with black markings
    is a ghost (ghostmode); all of the bodies he possesses are sleep deprived, dehydrated, and starved.
    wears a deer teeth necklace and an intestine scarf
    black blood
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    "FINN'S" written on right flank
    scars also change depending on the body he possesses; the "finn" scar stays, however.
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    emotionally unstable
    currently dealing with keeping "corrupt" at bay (bleeds from the nose, eyes, and mouth from this occasionally)
    PERSONALITY:
    insane, sarcastic, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, quick thinker, quick talker, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic, untrustworthy
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; panromantic, pansexual; sleeps with everyone
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically easy, mentally very hard
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER
    tv tropes/bio/other information and links

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    bill cipher. you flinch at lunas harshness, but dont object. he isnt welcomed here, and that has been made painfully obvious. why he keeps coming back alludes you, though.

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    "Hey Luna, I call dibs," Takumi snarled as he dashed over. He'd never really interacted with Bill, only heard of him. But this was the leader of The Cartel - why not go ahead and kill him while they had the chance? Once the boy got within ten feet, he sat back on his haunches and pulled the Fujin Yumi from where it was slung over his shoulder. As soon as he pulled the glowing bowstring taut, an arrow formed of pure electricity appeared and nocked itself. Takumi released, and the electric arrow was sent flying right at the center of Bill's forehead. No warning this time; he kept pestering WindClan, and now he would pay.


    / after capture mhm

    info | updated 1/16/2017

    Electric elementals. Of course WindClan would resort to powers; were they that afraid of him? Bill only had a few seconds to watch as Takumi and Frisk came over, before the electricity hit him, sending a shock through his body. It burned fur (and some skin) from where it hit, making Bill chuckle a bit. He collapsed to the floor, though made no move to return an attack -- though one could argue that he may have been paralyzed by Takumi's attack. Perhaps he wasn't though; who knew? He certainly didn't care enough to. He wasn't planning on fighting back anyway. No, he was allowing them to attack him only to enjoy the pain he felt from their attacks.


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    GENERAL:
    "godfather" bill cipher | male (he/him) | godfather [leader] of the cartel | titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger | mentally 1 trillion years; acts 5 years; doesn't really age in mortal bodies/takes the age of whatever body he possess
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT][/color] golden feline with black markings
    is a ghost (ghostmode); all of the bodies he possesses are sleep deprived, dehydrated, and starved.
    wears a deer teeth necklace and an intestine scarf
    black blood
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    "FINN'S" written on right flank
    scars also change depending on the body he possesses; the "finn" scar stays, however.
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    emotionally unstable
    currently dealing with keeping "corrupt" at bay (bleeds from the nose, eyes, and mouth from this occasionally)
    PERSONALITY:
    insane, sarcastic, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, quick thinker, quick talker, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic, untrustworthy
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; panromantic, pansexual; sleeps with everyone
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically easy, mentally very hard
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER
    played by maple
    tv tropes/bio/other information and links



    ❝ luna noctcaligo — warlord, healer ❞


    Dibs? There was no dibs in war.


    The tiger raced under the cover of the blue arrow, her eyes narrowed as she blitzed towards the Cartel leader. If the arrow were to land, she would attempt to leap and jump at his throat and shake it viciously, hoping to rip open the flesh and kill him.

    And it had to end so quickly. Bill only laughed as Luna grabbed a hold of his throat, only to stop as she ripped it open. He had to say, he was a tad upset over how quickly this ended. He was hoping for a bit more injuries, but hey... He supposed that was it, then. Bill quickly escaped the body before it completely shut down, before he possessed an NPC that happened to come by to watch, absorbing the soul and throwing it off somewhere. "How about round two?" He suggested. "That was way to fast for me to enjoy." He frowned, as if trying to convey his 'sadness' over his previous body's death.


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    GENERAL:
    "godfather" bill cipher | male (he/him) | godfather [leader] of the cartel | titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger | mentally 1 trillion years; acts 5 years; doesn't really age in mortal bodies/takes the age of whatever body he possess
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT][/color] golden feline with black markings
    is a ghost (ghostmode); all of the bodies he possesses are sleep deprived, dehydrated, and starved.
    wears a deer teeth necklace and an intestine scarf
    black blood
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    "FINN'S" written on right flank
    scars also change depending on the body he possesses; the "finn" scar stays, however.
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    emotionally unstable
    currently dealing with keeping "corrupt" at bay (bleeds from the nose, eyes, and mouth from this occasionally)
    PERSONALITY:
    insane, sarcastic, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, quick thinker, quick talker, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic, untrustworthy
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; panromantic, pansexual; sleeps with everyone
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically easy, mentally very hard
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER
    played by maple
    tv tropes/bio/other information and links

    [fancypost=borderwidth=0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:7pt;line-height:140%;font-family:trebuchet ms]"a- ah!" of course you look away, eyes blown wide as you duck your paws over your face and take a few steps back to let the others do their thing. you never did like violence in any shape or form. flicking an ear, you opt to listen in on the fight- which, by the sounds of it, isnt much better.



    ❝ luna noctcaligo — warlord, healer ❞


    The tiger, who had blood dripping from her mouth to patter against the white snow, turned and faced the voice. Her golden eyes widened slightly in shock, a shiver rippling down her spine as she knew why her clanmate was talking in the demon's voice. For once, she was at loss of what to do, she was feeling the first tinges of panic until a single thought fluttered through her mind. Exorcise him.


    Luna snarled again, hissing at the demon before a small pop sounded throughout the clearing. "If I can't kill you, I'll banish you," the tiger roared as a bushel of burning rosemary and rue fell at her feet.


    "Do you know what these burning herbs do, dream demon? They banish nightmares. Be gone shadow!" Luna yelled, a gust of wind blowing the smoke over to where Bill stood.

    Banish nightmares? If only he were a manifestation of nightmares. No, that was Corrupt, not him. He fed of nightmares, yes, but he wasn't a manifestation of one.
    But that certainly didn't mean he was immune to an exorcism. The roses and smoke burned, but they only caused Bill joy (or, well, what he knew as pain -- joy was the only way to explain it, if not pleasure). They couldn't get rid of this physical body, nor his spirit in a sense. No, the only way to get rid of him was...


    No. Even if his mind was closely guarded, he didn't want to risk thinking of the way to defeat him and someone overhearing. Bill only laughed as a response to Luna and the roses, shaking his head. He opened his mouth to speak, only to have a few drops of blood come from it, instead of actual words. Bill mentally tensed up (he wasn't going to show them he was afraid of his alternative self), realizing that Corrupt was reacting to this. The creature growled and snarled -- a noise that could possibly be heard, thanks to Bill's gaping mouth. Clearly the creature wasn't okay with this, but Bill didn't want to run off. No, it showed weakness -- the only way he was leaving again is if they successfully killed him.
    Or if Corrupt caused his blood to come out of his eyes, nose, and mouth so much that it caused him to pass out. Whichever came first, really. But he wasn't leaving on his own, that was for sure.


    //You guys are welcome to capture him if/when he passes out! i haven't decided if he will or not lol
    But only if he passes out; not if another kills the new body!!


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    GENERAL:
    "godfather" bill cipher | male (he/him) | godfather [leader] of the cartel | titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger | mentally 1 trillion years; acts 5 years; doesn't really age in mortal bodies/takes the age of whatever body he possess
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT][/color] golden feline with black markings
    is a ghost (ghostmode); all of the bodies he possesses are sleep deprived, dehydrated, and starved.
    wears a deer teeth necklace and an intestine scarf
    black blood
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    "FINN'S" written on right flank
    scars also change depending on the body he possesses; the "finn" scar stays, however.
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    emotionally unstable
    currently dealing with keeping "corrupt" at bay (bleeds from the nose, eyes, and mouth from this occasionally)
    PERSONALITY:
    insane, sarcastic, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, quick thinker, quick talker, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic, untrustworthy
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; panromantic, pansexual; sleeps with everyone
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically easy, mentally very hard
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER
    played by maple
    tv tropes/bio/other information and links

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    Briefly, Takumi looked to Frisk, who had cried out. "Get out of here," he urged them, frantically but in a gentle tone. He couldn't focus on them much; pretty soon he was bounding over in Bill's direction, his lips drawn back in a scowl. He attempted to slam his metal bow over Bill's head, actually not sure if that would do anything or not, since this guy didn't seem to want to die. At this point he was just experimenting. "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you fighting back?" Momentarily it flashed through his mind that this could all be some sort of disctraction.

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    ❝ luna noctcaligo — warlord, healer ❞


    A smirk covered the female's charcoal lips as the flush of victory rushed through her. The demon was succumbing to the smoke, his dark spirit was being influenced by the light. Though he wasn't leaving yet, he seemed weakened but not completely helpless. Golden eyes narrowed in frustration and Luna summoned her magical powers again, gathering them into her chest, feeling the familiar thrum; the woman strained her head as she imagined a ring of candles surrounding the demon and let the energy rush into her skull.


    Pop!


    Blood rushed into the woman's ears as she panted heavily, the effort of summoning taking a toll on her body. Already Takumi was bearing down onto the demon, seemingly asking him a question but the pounding in her ears was swelling over the faint voice. The candles flickered in the light breeze, the scent of osha wafting from them. Her smile was weak but still present on her face as determination settled in Luna's veins. The demon would be sleeping at the end of the day.


    --Osha is a supposedly powerful herb that weakens evil powers apparently!

    Henry could hear sounds of someone fighting someone else and he figured he should probably head towards the noise. It didn't sound like a particularly large scuffle and if someone was getting hurt, he figured it would be best if he could treat them as soon as possible. However, when he arrived he stopped immediately when he saw Bill. That was the one who had floated above him while he was tortured. At the time, Henry had thought he was some sort of doctor but now he was aware that that was not the case at all. Still, the memory paralyzed him in fear and he felt his breath catch. Suddenly, he was very aware of the burns and cuts all over his body that were still healing after what had been done to him there. He wanted to run or to fight or to do anything but sit there motionless but he was entirely unsure of what to do, watching as Takumi and Luna tried to fight the demon off and Frisk turned away.


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    [fancypost=borderwidth=0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:7pt;line-height:140%;font-family:trebuchet ms]this scenario is all too similar to your execution. you glance at takumi from beneath your paws when he orders you to go, and your heart briefly drops to your feet. no, no, no. they're going to hurt him, and he didnt do anything wrong- not in this situation, anyways. you chance a glance at bill before dashing off, assumedly taking takumi's advice and fleeing the scene.
    / out!

    Bill -- and Corrupt -- let out a snarl as he was hit with the arrow, and he shook his head a bit. Bill opened his mouth (since the force of Takumi's attack closed it) once more to reply, but again, the only thing that came out was Corrupt's growls and snarls and black blood, this time a bit more thicker than what it had been before. If he could answer, he would have reply that he didn't want to; he felt no threat, and was only allowing them to attack to get pleasure out of it. But he couldn't, not physically, nor through telepathy. It was frustrating. He had no powers, they were somehow blocked. His powers were already weakened since this Dimension couldn't hold the full extent of them, and the Osha Luna placed caused them to be completely gone. They didn't work. At all.


    And now Bill felt true fear -- his powers were gone and Corrupt was trying to get through. He wasn't ready to give up his position yet, they couldn't be allowed to break through. Bill shook as he felt blood dripping from his nose now, almost as thick as it was from his mouth. It wasn't often he felt like this, only if his powers were stripped from him. Like now.
    "OHW XV WKURXJK.
    WKHB NQRZ RXU VHFUHW.
    ZH ZLOO PDNH VXUH LW GRHVQW VSUHDG."     There were three voices, each deeper than the other. The first had a tone that was slightly deeper than Bill's own voice, the second deeper than that one, and the last voice deeper than the second. They were right: WindClan knew their secret, if they could guess correctly what was going on. But he couldn't let them through.
    No. Bill responded back to the creature. With one last roar from Corrupt, Bill collapsed, the blood ceasing to flow a bit.


    It was funny, to think he feared an alternative version of himself. No, the creature inside him was actually him. Bill called it a different name to make people fear it more, to know that he wasn't kidding when he said this Dimension would be destroyed if this being came through. But in all reality? Corrupt was Bill. There was no creature inside of him, it was his own mind working against him. It was odd, wasn't it? The Master of the Mind, the God of Chaos, a dream demon being destroyed by his own weapon. Bill hardly believed it himself.
    Perhaps it was that curse the Shaman warned all those decades ago.



    //You guys are free to capture him!
    Translation for the code:
    LET US THROUGH.
    THEY KNOW OUR SECRET.
    WE WILL MAKE SURE IT DOESNT SPREAD.

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    Takumi narrowed his ears, watching the black blood drip from Bill's mouth and soon, his nose. He visibly tensed when his ears were met with demonic gibberish, preparing to attack once more. Momentarily, the thought flashed through his mind that he and Luna were getting into something they didn't know how to deal with. Bill was a powerful demon or something, right? What if he was about to implode and... and blow up the clan? Or this was just a false and he was preparing some mega-demon-attack?


    Even when the dream demon crumpled and fell still, he remained alert. Silence fell over the clearing, broken only by his heavy breathing and the pounding of his heart in his ears. He wasn't quite sure what to think; he looked dazed. He gave Bill's body a hesitant kick, and when nothing happened, relieved laughter poured from his mouth. He flashed Luna a partial grin. "Did we just... capture the leader of The Cartel? Bill Cipher?" he would murmur, feeling giddy. Oh, this was too good to be true. He moved to take the unconscious tom's scruff in his mouth, despite being smaller.

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    This was an odd sight; it wasn't like Bill Cipher was known for being pacified so easily. Now, she wasn't exactly sure what to do. Windclan didn't capture, the only time she knew of recently where they had a prisoner was when it was their own clanmate who had murdered one of their own. "We shouldn't keep him," remarked the Operations Advisor finally with a small frown blessing her maw, "The Cartel will fight endlessly to retrieve him." She paused for a moment before adding, "Final word should go to Jonathan."


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    general:
    Victorianpup - Victoriansovereign| Vic, Toripup | female
    demisexual | biromantic | currently single
    wolf pup | reincarnation of Padmé Amidala
    4 moons physically | 19 moons combined w/ Padmé's spirit | born October 1st
    Windclan member | Operations Advisor (HP)
    physical:
    • black-lined golden optics in every form
    • albino wolf pup[current]
    • accessories
    - simple gold chain headpiece; reference here; gold necklace here
    & gold bracelet here
    injuries:
    • none at the moment
    personality:
    diplomatic | curious | royal dignity & grace | touch of childish naivety
    can be private about her true feelings | cares a great deal for everyone
    confrontation:
    • easy physically | difficult mentally
    • does not start or quit fights | will attempt diplomacy during battle
    • flowerprints

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    The slightest glimpse of Bill's yellow coat was enough to spark a certain flame inside the veteran and immediately he came over with a scowl over his face and eyes narrowed angrily. Bill, leader of the Cartel. Atticus knew of him, enough to despise him. He lead the people who took Henry and Hawke and forced them through copious amounts of torture. Although Henry returned, Hawke was never seen again and the thought that this man probably had no clue his people caused so much damage drove Atticus sick. The Honourguard halted next to Victorianpup, glancing in her direction as she spoke and then nodding before speaking of his own words. "Jonathan will decide what's best, but this I think he should not go back to The Cartel yet." Green eyes fell over Bill's person, brows furrowed and lips twitching as he spoke, despite the obvious spite he held in his body, his voice was smooth and calm. "He's leader, he'll come right back an' fight us all. No matter what's done, The Cartel'll have a bone to pick with us, that's for sure." The coyote let out a quiet sigh, his speech stripping quite a bit of confidence from his heart. He took step back before tilting his head towards Victorianpup's direction. "I guess Jonathan will choose of he wants to return our enemy's leader or leave 'em vulnerable. I don't think they'd like us any more even if we did give Bill back."

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    Henry watched in horror, his ears flat against his head as he did so. He couldn't bring himself to move but at the same time he wanted to run as far away as possible. The only thing capable of pulling him out of his daze was Atticus. He turned his head at the sound of the coyote's voice. He would back up a bit to stand beside him, still appearing quite tense. He would say nothing, knowing his own personal opinions would likely be dismissed due to his past experience in the Cartel and because it was highly illogical. He didn't want Bill to stay here. He hated the way that the Cartel's scent lingered around him (the only scent Henry had ever bothered to remember) and he dreaded what he might say when he saw Jekyll alone (not that Henry ever really intended to be along with the demon). So, he would sit down beside Atticus, his eyes trained on his paws. He would stick around in case he woke up and someone needed medical assistance but he would have much preferred to go back to camp and hide away in his cabin, refusing to acknowledge everything that had just happened until Bill was gone.


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