Cheerwine circled through the sky, staring up at the floating islands overhead with obvious awe. She figured this was the place—she couldn't imagine anywhere better, really, but she kind of wanted to skip the whole introductions thing and just explore—who knew what might be hidden around the weird place? Catching a sharp updraft, the hyacinth macawine soared upwards until she reached the surface of one of the islands, landing roughly in the light snow. Smiling, she started prancing through the snow, not minding as it caught between her claws. The sky was so clear up here! "Helloooo?" Cheer called brightly. This was probably the wrong place. It was probably full of angry humans or vicious hungry bears—but if that were the case, she could probably fly away, and if by some miracle she wasn't entirely lost and this was it, well, it would be a shame to skip it over! "I come in peace!" she yelled, her feathers fluffed up defensively against the slight chill.
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ISELOTTA DAAÉ
[color=gray]White Panther | BlizzardClan Medic Trainee | 2 years | [color=#7F0037]Bold #7F0037[fancypost=width:375px; min-height:187px; color:darkgray; margin-top:-5px;][align=justify][font=georgia][size=8]
Lottie was the first to pad up at the call of the voice, her ears pricking up curiously as she left the Medic den to go investigate. "Bonjour! she called out as she began to approach the Macaw, looking them over slowly as she sat down and curled her tail over her paws. For a moment, her breath hitched as her head began to pound with a sharp headache, but the Medic trainee forced a smile on her face as she did her best to shove it away. "You are in BlizzardClan! My name is Iselotta. How can I help you?" -
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[font=georgia]Mack padded through the cold, shivering. There was an eyepatch iver his left optic, showing anybody that he had an injury there. He was half-blinded, and it put him into a mood lower than usual. Sighing heavily, the macawnine decided this day would be like any other. That is, until he saw the figure at the border.
It looked..colorful. Not the same scheme, but similar. Nose twitching the deputy approached closer, noticing the birdlike features, the wings, the talons..No. It couldn't be. Mack's siblings died in a fire. They weren't alive. This femme had to be a distant cousin at best."Y'know, we kinda look alike," Mack said, sounding kind but a bit down. His siblings and family were dead. Little did he realize he was wrong.
GENERAL INFO
— mack xerxes
— twelve moons
— male; he/him
—deputy [hp]
APPEARANCE
body ref | body ref
— hybrid of a wolf, mutt, and bird
— fur color/wings are like that of the blue-yellow macaw
— slim and lithe build, muscular limbs
— large feathered wings
— sharp, curved talons on each paw
— fairly average in height, the size of a labrador
— current injuries; left eye is blinded, wears white eyepatch over it
BATTLE TAGS
— medium/tricky
— will not start fights, will try to finish them
— attacks from the air
— no powers
— no maim; no kill; can mildly injure
— ask to capture
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Alastor was padding though the territory, with a npc guard following behind him. They were padding along the border, his npc guard deciding to take a new route then the general route that they took. Alastor had assumed this npc guard felt like he wasn't getting his warrior duties done, and that it thought it could drag Alastor around while completing them. The male would let out an annoyed sigh as they padded along, before running across Mack, Lottie, and the unfamiliar macawine.
Alastor couldn't help it but remember Lottie mention Mack when she returned from the Cartel. She also mentioned Sweet, but how he had seen her act lately, he couldn't help it but feel like something was not right. He wasn't sure what was wrong, but it seemed like something was bothering Lottie. Alastor would pad over to the three, hearing his npc guard let out a sigh as it followed Alastor.
The Phantom would pad up to Lottie and Mack, attempting to stand between the two. He would move closer to Lottie, glancing at her before looking at the macawine. "Who are you?" The Phantom would ask her, with a swish of his tail.
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[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce arrived next, smiling. "I come in peace!" the girl had said. "Glad to hear," he mewed in response to her words, drawing to a halt before easing himself into the snow beside Mack. Practically echoing Alastor and Lottie, he said, "I'm Pierce, vice-leader here in Blizzardclan. Who might you be, and what can I do for you?" They had had many lost visitors recently, so perhaps she had lost her sense of direction. Well, he supposed he would find out. Still smiling, the tom eyed Cheerwine curiously, bringing his tail to curl around his paws.
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GENERAL
||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Ten months
||Vice-leader
||Single
||Beatles fan
||Ages at roleplayer's discretion
PHYSICAL
||Injuries : None
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and lean with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.
PERSONALITY
||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Protective
||Curious
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Clingy
||Loving
||Emotional
||Insecure
||Trusting
||Friendly
||Polite
||Awkward
INTERACTION
||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
||NPC x NPC
||Single
||Crushing on Eren
||Best friends with Riddlersgame
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"I agree," Sweetophelia remarked aloud, glancing briefly to Mack before returning her attention to Cheerwine. How often did you come across a canine-macaw hybrid? It certainly wasn't an everyday occurrence. And she certainly didn't think it was a coincidence. Approaching after Pierce, Sweetophelia drew to a halt beside Alastor and Iselotta, her pale lilac eyes slowly focusing on Cheerwine. "Hey there." The most important questions had already been posed to the colourfully blue hybrid and so Sweetophelia refrained from adding more for the time being.
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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 [as of Jan. 22, 2017]
◦ Speaks fluent French as a second language
◦ Ex BlizzardClan Vice-Leader & BloodClan 3rd Tier [2015]
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RECENT EVENTS:
◦ Attacked by unknown assailant - Blueridge [2/6]
◦ Discovered Super Strength [2/8]
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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:
astute | affectionate | courteous | cynical | feminine | introspective
lively | maternal | passionate | paranoid | proud | scornful | vindictive
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RELATIONSHIPS:
◦ Mentoring Mikasa* & Orchid
◦ 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
◦ super strength | discovered — unmastered
◦ 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 -
"Ah, yeah, I think this is the place!" she chirped brightly, feeling rather pleased. "Fantastic to meet all of you! Gosh there are so many, uh, hah!" she paused, her dark eyes narrowing at Mack's arrival. She paused quietly for a second, chewing on the thought. Finally, she broke into another huge smile. "Ah! Yes, we do look alike! I can't believe this! I mean it took me long enough to get here but I figured you probably had met some terrible fate or wouldn't want to see me or—" she cut herself off with a slight laugh. She was getting carried away with herself again, wasn't she? "You're Mack, right? I'm your sister!"
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She was so cheerful and chirpy, the similarity was unreal. It wasn't until she finally stopped her rambling to conclude a shocking remark: she was his sister.Sister.
The word echoed in his mind. He froze, eyes widened as if he was still absorbing the information. Was there the off chance that..she..survived the incident? There was, wasn't there? After all, she was a macawnine in the flesh. There was a spark of amazement, and then joy. Mack's azure tail starting wagging intensly, and his uncovered eye was brimming with tears of pure happiness. His family, his sibling..she was here. She was alive.
"Cheer..wine.." He uttered, aiming to pad closer, and hug his sister closely. She was home, his family. He'd never let her come in harm's way while she was here. Not ever.
GENERAL INFO
— mack xerxes
— twelve moons
— male; he/him
—deputy [hp]
APPEARANCE
body ref | body ref
— hybrid of a wolf, mutt, and bird
— fur color/wings are like that of the blue-yellow macaw
— slim and lithe build, muscular limbs
— large feathered wings
— sharp, curved talons on each paw
— fairly average in height, the size of a labrador
— current injuries; left eye is blinded, wears white eyepatch over it
BATTLE TAGS
— medium/tricky
— will not start fights, will try to finish them
— attacks from the air
— no powers
— no maim; no kill; can mildly injure
— ask to capture
— attack in #ffcc00 -
[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Another sibling? And Aeon had just arrived so recently to BlizzardClan too. Looking interested, Sweetophelia watched on as the brother-sister pair reunited, a faint smile growing along her mouth. "It's a pleasure to meet a relative of Mack's," the BlizzardClan leader spoke up, giving them space for the time being. "I'm Sweetophelia Targaryen. It's a pleasure to meet you, Cheerwine." She was just as spirited as her name suggested too, wasn't she? And Sweetophelia was looking forward to seeing more family members of Mack's around the clan.
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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 [as of Jan. 22, 2017]
◦ Speaks fluent French as a second language
◦ Ex BlizzardClan Vice-Leader & BloodClan 3rd Tier [2015]
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RECENT EVENTS:
◦ Attacked by unknown assailant - Blueridge [2/6]
◦ Discovered Super Strength [2/8]
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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:
astute | affectionate | courteous | cynical | feminine | introspective
lively | maternal | passionate | paranoid | proud | scornful | vindictive
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RELATIONSHIPS:
◦ Mentoring Mikasa* & Orchid
◦ 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
◦ super strength | discovered — unmastered
◦ 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 -
Cheerwine smiled as they embraced, wings ruffling up in excitement. "You're a hard guy to find Mack! I've been looking for you for ages, and when I heard there was someone here with that name here—ahhh, I had to check, y'know? I mean, it's not a super weird name but I had to see—" she stopped herself, looking to Sweetophelia with a bright smile. "It's nice to meet you too! Uh, so is joining an option? 'Cause, I mean, if Mack's here, might as well settle in too, right?"
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Cute. Sweetophelia had always wondered how it might be, how it would feel, to reunite with one of her siblings again or even actually meet some of them for the first time - half or full-blooded. Most were long-gone but Tsubodai remained in BloodClan. However they were hardly on good terms. Setting her thoughts aside, the BlizzardClan leader renewed her smile. "Of course, we'd be glad to have you joining BlizzardClan, Cheerwine." The more the merrier - wasn't that the way it went? "If you have any questions, feel free to see me anytime, but of course your brother's our deputy so he knows quite a bit about BlizzardClan too."
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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 [as of Jan. 22, 2017]
◦ Speaks fluent French as a second language
◦ Ex BlizzardClan Vice-Leader & BloodClan 3rd Tier [2015]
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RECENT EVENTS:
◦ Attacked by unknown assailant - Blueridge [2/6]
◦ Discovered Super Strength [2/8]
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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:
astute | affectionate | courteous | cynical | feminine | introspective
lively | maternal | passionate | paranoid | proud | scornful | vindictive
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RELATIONSHIPS:
◦ Mentoring Mikasa* & Orchid
◦ 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
◦ super strength | discovered — unmastered
◦ 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