A BITTER SOCIOPATH [o, INJURED WINDCLANNER]

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    • A BITTER SOCIOPATH [o, INJURED WINDCLANNER]

      The Emperor allowed himself to be captured. The feigned identity of being a frail, old man had come through for him again, and now he knew all he needed to know about Shadowclan. He and Vader both knew he would not need rescue, and Vader knew the Emperor had a few cards up his sleeves if he had allowed this to happen. Vader had asked his Master if he wanted to be rescued by and an angry Vader, a staged play to tell Shadowclan just how dangerous the pair was.

      But the Emperor refused- he could handle himself and didn't need the puppy-lion on his tail.

      So the old panther had teleported out of Shadowclan, after he felt he had collected what he needed. And it was a series of short teleports up to this point, and it was slowly wearing him out. He upheld himself, landing on the snowy island of Blizzardclan, his ripped robe a black stain against the snow, and squeezed his eyes shut, blinking away blood and feeling it drip off his face.

      Stupid horse.


      ♔ black leopard ♔ sith lord ♔ all powers ♔ goes by Irluuk
    • Blood was never a good sign or scent.

      "Sir? Sir are you alright?" The child nearly ran over, keeping slight distance as he looked over the large feline. There were holes in the snow where be had to jump over, being as tiny as he was. Nicholas was new to Blizzardclan so he'd been exploring the islands quite often, thus the reason he found the leopard so quickly
      I'M A NEW SOUL, I CAME TO THIS STRANGE WORLD
      HOPING I COULD LEARN A BIT 'BOUT HOW TO GIVE AND TAKE
      Information hub||Played by { SUGARY }


    • ISELOTTA DAAÉ
      White Panther | BlizzardClan Medic Trainee | 2 years | Bold #7F0037

      Iselotta was the Amabassador for WindClan, and she had seen the Emperor around quite a few times now. However, she wasn't expecting him to show up again at BlizzardClan, much less bleeding. But without a hesitation, the Medic Trainee turned from the spectacle to hastily jog back towards the Medicine Den to gather a basket of supplies. Cobwebs, goldenrod, rush, just in case of broken bones, before she was turning and rushing back out again, making her way up to the situation quickly as she set the basket down to inspect Irluuk's wounds.

      "Monsieur! What happened? Where are you hurt?" Basic questions, whilst Iselotta moved closer to inspect where the blood was coming from to determine what kind of care it would need.

      /my muse died ;-;
    • Aurora could hardly be picked out from the virgin snow of the isle, flakes of pure white falling all around her and camoflaguing her fluffy alabaster body in the snowstorm. The whole land was a stark white, a bleak, snowy landscape with hardly any plants nor animals, for the cold that permeated the area was enough to infiltrate the bones of those who weren't careful. But Aurora was fine; her fluffy coat was like an insulator built for that exact climate, for she neither shivered nor trembled as she approached, at least not from the biting wind. Instead, she quivered simply at the sight; amongst the colorless snow was a splatter of sickly red and crimson as blood stained the white. She hid her face behind iselotta, eyes wide and body frozen out of fright. "Oh no mistah..." she murmured, tail suddenly stiff.

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      GENERAL:
      ▪ Aurora | Female
      ▪ unknown sexuality
      ▪ 4 months | Ages realistically
      ▪ Puppy of Blizzardclan

      RELATIONSHIPS:
      ▪ Single | ½ ________
      ▪ npc x npc

      APPEARANCE:
      ▪ JAPANESE SPITZ DOG | health: 100%
      — Aurora looks more like a fluffball than an actual dog. Her fur is soft to the touch and pools up around her face and legs, and is colored as white as the side of a snowy mountain. Her pelt is soft enough to be a pillow for someone and her snout is rather short with a wet button nose at the end. Her blue eyes are bright and youthful and her physique is rather thin, despite the fact that her fur often gives her a rather chubby appearance. Her tail is spiralled and extremely fluffy, curling up on her rump and poofing out.
      accessories: bright yellow flower on her left ear
      injuries: none

      PERSONALITY:
      ▪ loud, friendly, happy
      ▪ clumsy, excitable, easily amused
      ▪ innocent, loud mouth, short attention span
      ▪ dumb, forgetful, naive
      ▪ Very soft

      INTERACTION:
      ▪ Almost no training | very easy | easier than a bee
      ▪ Won't start fights | Won't finish them | Shows mercy
      ▪ Never fights back
      ▪ Attack in bolded white
      ▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
      i want to love but my hair ∘✧*
      SMELLS OF WAR AND RUNNING AND RUNNING
    • #A9BCF5 for speaking
      The cinnamon painted coyote scampered over to the group of her clanmates and the injured stranger, her deep blue optics passing over the horizon behind the bleeding leopard just in case his attackers were hot on his trail. Not seeing anything following behind him even with her enhanced vision, Etherealpup pulled her sapphire orbs back to the Emperor, curious to see what his story was and why, smelling of Windclan, he came here instead of back home.

      tags (updated 2/10)

      general:
      Etherealpup Dubois Wraith Gaudius Vaïnamoïnen Harbringer Xerses Bandini
      Etherealpup - Etherealincandescence| Ahsoka, Snips, Ethe | female
      coyote pup | 4 moons | born December 14th & aged 3 moons
      bisexual | currently single (as well as too young)
      child of Blizzardclan | trainee
      physical:
      dark cinnamon coyote pup with splotches of white on her back paws, the tip of her right front paw and a tiny spot running down her muzzle
      deep blue eyes
      wears a silver chain necklace with an aquamarine stone pendant
      injuries:
      none
      personality:
      impulsive | caring | stubborn | snippy | courageous
      desire for exploration | cares a great deal for everyone
      confrontation:
      easy physically | easy mentally
      will start fights | will attempt to subdue enemy to avoid killing them
      Shii-Cho & Shien / Djem So based fighting styles | very low threat level
      attack in #A9BCF5
      abilities:
      currently has control over her enhanced hearing & sight
      [ may have stolen the heart from inside you ]
      this is not who you are.
    • Blood - why did it always have to be blood these days?

      The smell of blood sickened Pierce, made his throat close and his head throb. It seemed to coat his lungs with a disgusting feeling, the scent clinging to his insides. He hated blood because of that. That, and the fact that blood usually meant someone was hurt. Rushing to the scene soon after Etherealpup, a sigh of a relief escaped his parted jaws as he noticed that there was no one dead. Not yet, that was. Padding up to stand beside Lottie, the vice-leader quickly asked, "Is there anything I can do?" She was a medic, after all. A medic trainee, sure, but she knew more than he.

      //gahh mobile

      tags :: updated 2/05
      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
      ||Mentored by Riddlersgame
      serval | 11 months | | blizzardclan | vice-leader | played by cobblepot |
    • While Alastor's guard was taking him on a walk, as usual, two things caught his attention. For starters, he smelled that clan again, WindClan. That clan had that annoying member who thought they could flirt with Lottie. Alastor tried to scare the old guy off, but his attempts ended up failing. And secondly, he smelled blood. Ignoring his guard, who was telling him not to investigate, Alastor did the opposite. He began to pad in the direction of the smells, his guard following in defeat.

      When he entered the scene, the first thing he saw was that old panther from WindClan, who looked hurt. Lottie was near him, with herb supplies at her paws. He would slowly pad over, as if he wasn't making a sound. He stayed silent as he stared at Irluuk, showing no concerns that he was harmed, unblinking.
    • "No, I'm not alright, I'm bleeding from my face-" The pain is festering, biting at him and the Dark Side rolls around in it like a poor man granted with millions. "Stupid children, stupid question- you should be in your camp-" He bickers, ugly, yellow teeth displaying themselves. "Naughty children get eaten." He says, acidic eyes on the child, but this face falls to a false helplessness when the next person comes into earshot.

      The Emperor gives a yellow smile- its forced and an expression of hiding pain. "Shadowclan is very brutal, targeting an old man... the horse- he got my face." He's uncomfortable- he'd have to remove his hood for them to do anything. (Pros, he scares the children. Cons, he scares the nice white panther.)

      "They cut me with their blades. Took some fur. Tried to make me roll over and beg..." He said, a sad tone in his voice. "It hurts so much, Iselotta."

      Oh. Mask-face is here too. That's fine.


      ♔ black leopard ♔ sith lord ♔ all powers ♔ goes by Irluuk


    • ISELOTTA DAAÉ
      White Panther | BlizzardClan Medic Trainee | 2 years | Bold #7F0037

      Iselotta only smiled as he snapped; understanding that her must have been in pain. "ShadowClan?" she echoed softly, but nodding her understanding as she would reach out to gently push his hood back a little so she could see his face. Eyeing the injury, and trying to decide the best course of action, she realized the supplies she had brought would hopefully be enough. Though she wasn't expecting an answer to her echo of a question, she gave an understanding nod as he went on to explain, doing her best to give him a reassuring smile. "You're alright now, Irluuk, you're safe, and welcome among BlizzardClan. We'll get you patched up; some food, water, a place to rest, and whenever you feel ready, I'll escort you back to WindClan, alright?" she offered gently, hoping these bits of information would help to calm him. Regardless, as she spoke all of this, she would prepare the poltiuce of Goldenrod to spread onto his wounds. After, she would gather up cobwebs to press to the wounds, helping to stop the bleeding and cover up the wounds.
    • Nicholas was a bit frightened, he was a child after all, but he knew that the creature was in pain. His question had been out of reflex and not stupidity but in this situation it had been foolish. "Miss Lottie? Can I get you anything to help?" The tabby didn't want to just stand there and stare, that was rude even if it was out of concern. If he could get medical supplies to come from his bag then he might be of use.
      I'M A NEW SOUL, I CAME TO THIS STRANGE WORLD
      HOPING I COULD LEARN A BIT 'BOUT HOW TO GIVE AND TAKE
      Information hub||Played by { SUGARY }
    • The Phantom would keep a close watch on the two, Lottie and Irluuk, his tail swishing behind him. He didn't like how Irluuk was so close to Lottie, but he knew she had a job to do. She had to fix the wounds that he received, but he couldn't help it but wonder, why did Irluuk come to BlizzardClan? Why not his home clan of WindClan? Narrowing his eyes, the masked panther would slowly pad over to the two, not making a sound.
    • ShadowClan? WindClan? Both were allies of BlizzardClan. She had no interest in involving BlizzardClan in some conflict that didn't involve them, but because the Emperor had managed to crawl his way over to BlizzardClan territory, she wasn't going to interfere if Iselotta was going to help him. She valued neither ShadowClan nor WindClan higher than the other. Approaching slowly, the BlizzardClan leader hung back for the time being, slowly recognising the injured old wildcat as the very same WindClanner who had previously tagged along with Henry Jekyll when the deputy had visited BlizzardClan with gifts. If she recalled correctly, he had seemed quite taken by the French-accented medic trainee.
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      info — updated 2/16

      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:
      ◦ 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
    • The Emperor, at first, is still, a light smile touching his face, his eyes closed- and his hood is pulled back. His eyes squeezed tight, and the Emperor let out a yell, recoiling and pulling his hood back down over his face, gripping it tightly with his claws.

      "The light- my eyes-" he snarls, moving away from them and wheezing heavily. "You should have asked- you-" He sucks in a breath, his claws retreat and he slowly reapproaches. He doesn't apologize. That's not how he reacts. He doesn't apologize for what he does- he is always in the right and everyone else is at his paws.

      His claws reach back for the hood, moving it up so she could tend to his face, but kept it concealed.

      "You must understand- my hood, it protects my eyes, my face." He says, clearing his throat, and taking in a breath. "It's fine, Iselotta. You didn't know."


      ♔ black leopard ♔ sith lord ♔ all powers ♔ goes by Irluuk

    • Alastor "The Phantom"
      Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light | And listen to the music of the night

      Alastor would continue to keep a close eye, his claws digging into the ground as he watched the Emperor let out a yell at the removal of his hood. The Phantom would find himself advancing closer to the two, as the Emperor pulled the hood close to his face as possible. He would listen closely as the Emperor explained himself to Lottie, his tail swishing behind him.