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I WAS NAMED SUGARPLUM
"Yo.. Ya got a reason to be near BloodClan terf, cuz?" The pastel feline said as she made her way over, smiling lightly at the stranger. She had to play confidence. Seem cool and try to make new friends so Anxiety could give her what she wanted. So far.. her plan wasn't working all that well. Or at least, in her opinion. People were still nice to her, but they just didn't seem all that interested to be in her friend. That's what Anxiety said, anyways...(c)trexgirl
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Full Name;; Laurel "Sugarplum" Brath
Age;; 20 Months
Gender;; FtM Transgender
Sex;; Female
Sexual and Romantic Orientation;; Biromantic Demisexual
Looks;; [ref] Short furred domestic feline that's pastel blue. Pastel red stripes run down his paws and back, and a purple heart is located on his right flank. Eyes are black
Crush(es);; None
Pets;; None
Hobbies;; Reptile collecting, doodling, messing with fur, playing the harmonica
Carrying around;; Old satchel, old Team Skull crop top, berries
Recent Events;; Lost Happy, traumatized, made a deal with Anxiety -
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I WALK THE LINE
Torchwood looked over, rolling his eyes slightly as the feline approached. He towered over her slightly, and as she spoke, he chuckled slightly. "Yes ma'am, no ma'am," he smirked, before finishing his chuckle and nodding. "Yep, this handsome boy wants to join," he said with a wink to show that he was joking.(c)trexgirl
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[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]"Handsome you say? So someone is trying to rival my beauty. Not sure how I feel about that." His tone was humored as the heir walked his way forward, tail swaying back and forth before he gave a light grin. Sitting down he gave a light nod of his head before he cleared his throat. "Welcome aboard. This is Bloodclan as you well know. Home of the bloodthirsty, killers, cannibals, blah blah blah. I'm Jackdaw and one of the heirs here."
GENERAL:
▪ JACKDAW EREBUS MORTEM | Nicknames - Jay, Jackie, Jack | --- | Male
▪ Bisexual | biromantic
▪ body age: 2 years | 12/13 | realistic aging
▪ warrior of no one yet | Unofficial pirate
▪ slightly based off of Edward Kenway; AC4
RELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Single | No Crush
▪ ½ ship name
▪ EVANGELINE × HEARTBREAKKID | Gen 04
▪ Best friend to Apex
IMPORTANT FACTS:
▪ is very selfish
▪ restraining from sleeping around
▪ carries a French cutlass he stole off a corpse
▪ cares only about those closest to him if any though ambition can get in the way
▪ carries two daggers
▪ will steal nice things, no matter who it is
▪ is a looter and will steal things off of dead bodies
▪ used to be a one year old leopard
▪ charismatic asshole and cutthroat
PHYSICAL:
★ MANED WOLF [birth/main] | health: 100%
— he is a maned wolf, no mutations added to him to give him natural appeal. the only thing that is different about him is his coloration. he is not like the normal reddish orange and black of normal maned wolves. his colors are lighter with more browns and blondes thrown in, the blonde being on his legs, throughout his mane, and on his muzzle, and the slightly light reddish brown covering the rest of his body, though his tail ends in a black brushed tip and his pale green eyes are rimmed with black.
— ACCESSORIES - the male has three piercings on each ear, rimming the outside though they are high up. the hoops are made out of black obsidian. he also wears a bandanna around his right foreleg that is dark blue, tattered and frayed at the edges. near his butt is a tail cuff made out of the same black obsidian but also dotted with diamond shaped sapphires
— [i]major injuries: none
— [i]minor injuries: none -
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I WALK THE LINE
As another person approached, Torchwood smirked. Their joke was pretty good, and he soon introduced his clan. "Cannibals? Hmm... wonder if there's a Hannibal here? That will be amusing," Torch mused, wondering how long it would take for him to annoy them all so that they killed him... and found that they came back.(c)trexgirl
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She went stiff listening to them, eyes narrowing. Hannibal.. There was, but he wasn't a cannibal. No.. "We do have one.. He doesn't eat people though." She muttered, staring at her paws. She didn't see why she just brought the scary male up, but... Well, what if he came here and started getting mad because of one stupid comment? "Oh great.. More handsome people. Anymore join and I just might die from handsome overdose. Though, that does nothing to rival my pastel beauty." Her? Beautiful? She laughed at her own comment, mentally insulting herself on how ugly she was. That was besides the point though, BloodClan just got a new member. She should be happy instead of moping around. "Welcome."(c)trexgirl
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Full Name;; Laurel "Sugarplum" Brath
Age;; 20 Months
Gender;; FtM Transgender
Sex;; Female
Sexual and Romantic Orientation;; Biromantic Demisexual
Looks;; [ref] Short furred domestic feline that's pastel blue. Pastel red stripes run down his paws and back, and a purple heart is located on his right flank. Eyes are black
Crush(es);; None
Pets;; None
Hobbies;; Reptile collecting, doodling, messing with fur, playing the harmonica
Carrying around;; Old satchel, old Team Skull crop top, berries
Recent Events;; Lost Happy, traumatized, made a deal with Anxiety -
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I WALK THE LINE
Torchwood looked towards the feline as she spoke, letting out an audible sigh of disappointment at the fact that their Mr Lecter wasn't a cannibal. What a shame, it would have been rather entertaining if he was. Instead, he grinned at her remark about a handsome overdose, and her own pastel beauty. After all, she did have a rather lovely coat, and Torch just grinned goofily. As she welcomed him, Torch realised that he hadn't actually introduced himself. "I'm Torchwood."(c)trexgirl
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I WAS NAMED SUGARPLUM
Ah, she hadn't told him her name yet. Whoops. "Well Torchwood, I'm Laurel." With that being said, she pulled a berry out of her satchel and popped it in her maw, chewing on it thoroughly. That was the only sign that showed she was anxious already. Why? Well, meeting new people was scary...(c)trexgirl
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Full Name;; Laurel "Sugarplum" Brath
Age;; 20 Months
Gender;; FtM Transgender
Sex;; Female
Sexual and Romantic Orientation;; Biromantic Demisexual
Looks;; [ref] Short furred domestic feline that's pastel blue. Pastel red stripes run down his paws and back, and a purple heart is located on his right flank. Eyes are black
Crush(es);; None
Pets;; None
Hobbies;; Reptile collecting, doodling, messing with fur, playing the harmonica
Carrying around;; Old satchel, old Team Skull crop top, berries
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[center]ROSCOE !?
The fossa had found himself amongst the small gathering unintentionally, when out and about exploring the territory. It was a situation just like his own entry had been. It only seemed fair that he showed the same curtesy he had received. With that in mind, he paced forward. "Torchwood.. what a pretty name to go with such a pretty face. Roscoe here, at your service." The male introduced himself, exaggerating a gentlemanly bow. It seemed he was in a playful mood today. Maybe it was just that valentines spirit."speech" text
[spoiler=tags UPDATED 9/2/17]
GENERAL
✘ ROSCOE | ROZZY | MALE
✘ anything that moves | pansexual
✘ 5 years | november 13 | random aging
✘ member | bloodclan
✘ npc x npc | gen1
✘ single | ½ __
RECENT
✘ gave up the loner life
✘ joined bloodclan
PHYSICAL ref
✘ FOSSA [birth/main] | health: 100%
— roscoe is a fossa with a slender body, muscular limbs, and a dark reddish brown pelt
PERSONALITY
✘ mean, cowardly, troublesome, attention seeking, honorless, playful, flirtatious
✘ slytherpuff | estp | chaotic evil
POWERS
✘ possession - undiscovered - not in use
✘ unknown - undiscovered - not in use
INTERACTION
✘ can be charming and non violent at first encounters
✘ will start fights with little provocation | will easily back down if overpowered
✘ medium physically | medium mentally
[color=darkseagreen]✘ attack in [color=darkseagreen]darkseagreen
✘ can powerplay nonviolent actions | violent with ooc permission -
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Torch smiled towards Laurel, before staring at the Fossa that arrived. Yep, the kelpie dog knew what a Fossa was. As the male began to introduce himself, Torch smirked, chuckling slightly. "Why thanks," he said, winking jokingly, tempted to do a curtsy.(c)trexgirl
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[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Barbara had been awoken by the Bloodclanners' and the newcomer's conversation a small way's away. Naturally, she was annoyed. A girl needed her beauty sleep, and it wasn't like she could get that with them blabbering so loudly all the time. Getting to her paws, she shook loose dirt from her coat before lowering her head to clean the rest off. She shook off her once-again clean creamy coat and padded over, an eyebrow arched. She wasn't sure if she would consider this guy handsome, but oh well, she would go with it - he was nice looking enough. Smiling at the canine she rumbled a purr and seated herself in front of him. "Hiya, sweetheart," she mewed, bright blue eyes curiously observing him. She raised a paw to groom it before continuing, "I'm Barbara. What tempted you to come to Bloodclan?" She, for one, had stumbled across it with her brother when fleeing from their "home," but maybe Torchwood would have a better story to tell .
GENERAL
☆Barbara "Barbie" Fawkes
☆Female
☆Domestic tabby
☆Bisexual/Biromantic
☆Five months
☆Member of Bloodclan
☆Single
☆Ages at roleplayer's discretion
PHYSICAL
☆Injuries : None
☆[X] Domestic feline with cream tabby coloring and bright blue eyes. She has longer fur than average, fluffing out in an almost mane-like manner at her neck along with a long, feathered tail. Overall attractive cat, with a slim form and long legs.
☆Always well-groomed
☆Often found wearing accessories such as bows, scarves, and jewelry
PERSONALITY
☆Intelligent
☆Protective
☆Flirtatious
☆Manipulative
☆Adventurous
☆Ambitious
☆Carefree
☆Teasing
☆Bubbly
☆Possessive
☆Morbid
☆Resentful
☆Loyal
☆Outgoing
☆Self-absorbed
INTERACTION
☆Medium physically
☆Hard mentally
☆Attack in #00CCFF
☆No maim or kill
☆Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
☆NPC x NPC
☆Single
☆Crushing on no one
☆Jamison's twin sister -
[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']Jamison came bounding over after Barbara, peering at the newcomer as he came to stand by his sister. He was becoming more and more accustomed to seeing different kinds of animals, but had Jamie not come to Bloodclan, the youngster would have been far more impressed by the canine. "And I'm Jamison. Cool eyepatch," he meowed, Australian accent thick as he observed Torchwood with his usual wide grin in place.
[spoiler=tags]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent
|Cream tabby
|Asexual
|5 months
|Bloodclan
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin features, unruly fur and bright amber eyes.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Short tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
OTHER
|Mentally unstable
|Affinity for fire - later turns into obsession
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At the arrival of two kiddos, Torch recoiled slightly. It wasn't that he didn't like them - he really did like kiddos, they were funny - but he had no idea what to do with them. Was he supposed to laugh? Cry? Hug them? He didn't actually know. So the kelpie dog stood there rather awkwardly, stiffening up even more when the girl flirted with him. "Ummmmm.... thanks. I guess... aren't you a bit young, though?" he said, sounding unsure for the first time he'd been here. Without even waiting for a reply, he looked towards Jamison, presumably the brother of Barbara. "Yeah, it is pretty cool actually. Not so cool what's under it, though."(c)trexgirl
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So this was society's standards of handsome? Maybe she was just too tired to really see straight or, you know, it could be that she couldn't see well to begin with. That was the lovely thing about scars and childhood injuries. Ash padded over, long tail following her. As a third tier, it was probably in her best interest to pick up around here, meet the new people and such. Amour's death had just really, really, dampened her outlook on any kind of "love", or hell, any kind of attachment to animals that crossed the border. "Um, nice to meet you... Torchwood? Is that what you said?" The snow leopard paused momentarily to lick her wind chapped lips. "Well, if you ever happen to get screwed up health wise, I'm your gal. My name's Ashbringer Darling, third tier and medic. Nice to meet you."
GENERAL
☆Ashbringer Warfare-Darling
☆ Bloodclan | third tier (medic) | leader of the ToES/Moonclan | unofficial Bloodclan princess
☆ real age 6 months | mentally age 9 months | physical age 11 months
☆ ages at discretion
☆ Birthday November 25, 2016
RELATIONSHIPS
☆ Single | 1 Crush
☆ Amour Darling x Chemical Warfare | Gen 2
☆ no mentor
PHYSICALITY
— Snow Leopard [MAIN] Health 100%
A sleek snow leopard with ice blue eyes.
☆ scars: three horizontal gashes on right eye and side of face
☆ current injuries: large gashes on shoulder
PERSONALITY
☆ original/no basis
☆ spontaneous, blunt, mischievous, somewhat jealous, curious, inquisitive, always thinking.
☆ a little too caring, adventurous, honest, suppressive, secretly anxious and sarcastic
INTERACTION & COMBAT:
☆ hard-medium physically | easy mentally
☆ has water elemental powers
☆ won't start fights | may finish them | may flee | will defend others
☆ Attack in bold
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[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Barbara wasn't sure what Torchwood was getting at. What was she too young for? She flirted with nearly everyone she knew, calling them pet names without really noticing it. So, at his comment, she was visibly confused. "Too young for what?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. What, too young to talk to him? What he was saying didn't make sense. Maybe, whatever he was getting at, he had it mixed up; maybe he was too old. Whatever it was, the young she-cat's mind was soon drawn from it, noticing a tangle in her coat, and she fixed it with her teeth before turning back to the kelpie dog.
GENERAL
☆Barbara "Barbie" Fawkes
☆Female
☆Domestic tabby
☆Bisexual/Biromantic
☆Five months
☆Member of Bloodclan
☆Single
☆Ages at roleplayer's discretion
PHYSICAL
☆Injuries : None
☆[X] Domestic feline with cream tabby coloring and bright blue eyes. She has longer fur than average, fluffing out in an almost mane-like manner at her neck along with a long, feathered tail. Overall attractive cat, with a slim form and long legs.
☆Always well-groomed
☆Often found wearing accessories such as bows, scarves, and jewelry
PERSONALITY
☆Intelligent
☆Protective
☆Flirtatious
☆Manipulative
☆Adventurous
☆Ambitious
☆Carefree
☆Teasing
☆Bubbly
☆Possessive
☆Morbid
☆Resentful
☆Loyal
☆Outgoing
☆Self-absorbed
INTERACTION
☆Medium physically
☆Hard mentally
☆Attack in #00CCFF
☆No maim or kill
☆Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
☆NPC x NPC
☆Single
☆Crushing on no one
☆Jamison's twin sister -
"Welcome to BloodClan, Torchwood." The anorexic feline greeted, a tired smile rested on her face under green eyes. "My name is Wiccan." She's realized she's said that a lot. Greeted herself, but not done much else. Talking was rare for her, but she would have to push herself past this point. She knew it, it was the best thing to do to fit in with her... dead environment. It wasn't even dead, just unusual. She was confused with GraveClan. BloodClan just had the strong stench of rotting death everywhere. It clung to her fur, too, as if she had rolled all over the corpses. Looking at herself, she realized she could resemble a corpse. An ugly one, no one could actually be attracted to.
"How has your day been?" Wiccan decided to ask something short, something no one really asked during introductions.