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I WAS NAMED SUGARPLUM
Laurel's faint smell was there(and a stronger scent of fear was also there, but that didn't matter), meaning she had personally gone alone to go help a clanmate in need. No way in hell was she going to let someone that had treated her nicely get hurt.(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 -
[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Wow, he had just given the Cartel good marks and already they had decided to go up against them again. He snorted a bit as he moved forward following after Laurel. Like hell they were going to take on of their members. It almost startled him the protective rage that rang through him. He growled low in his throat and pushed his way forward eyes shifting over the ground before he pelted off.
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 -
"well, i'm sure we all know what this means, time to save yet another member, because here we don't mess around" urban would snort softly, although in truth this wasn't really a funny matter. no, on the other side of the table one of her clanmates was probably being tortured, and here she was making a stupid joke. good job urban. deciding not to stick around, she would head towards the cartel as she had the feeling that was where he had been taken. judging by the stench anyways.
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"Sounds fun," Wiccan stated, her voice flatter as if she was sarcastic. She disliked fighting, but Torchwood was nice. He didn't need to be beated or mistreated by another clan. She followed in lengthy paces, keeping up easily.