I DON'T GIVE A FUC- [o, SEARCHER]

    • I DON'T GIVE A FUC- [o, SEARCHER]




      DON'T BE SHEEP.

      And now, he searches. He's taken his new ballistic knife. The Swiss Army knife he found. The multi-tool. And a standard knife. Maybe it was the paranoia.


      The knives are spread out in husband pocket lined coat (still need to fix it. He ripped it to suit this new form and Rick is not a groupie.) Inside the left breast pocket, was his flask. He'd probably empty it before the third clan. Maybe they would be nice and give him more.
      Or he'd rob them. Con them. Whatever keeps him supplied.

      In the opposite breast pocket, is a ripped and bloody piece of shirt- its bright yellow, folded into the pocket, and left alone. Rick doesn't touch it, except occasionally still checking it was there and patting it.

      His Morty.

      Rick doesn't like being on the ground in this form- it makes his senses go haywire and he feels vulnerable. When he sees the trees of the clan's border- and hops onto them immediately, scaling them and hooking onto the branches.

      He disregards the border- goes right over it and heads for the camps. He doesn't know where it is, no, but the environment tends to give him clues. Like where the paths are. Where smells were coming from. Where he heard voices.

      He isn't that hard to miss- a light tan gibbon in a white lab coat, the hair on his head tipped blue. (It was better that way. Blue hair was part of his thing.)

      Of course, it would have been so much easier if he could have just singled out Morty's brainwaves and found the boy like a lost set of car keys, but this demension had to be set in the god damn dark ages- where Animal Farm was supreme.
      Four legs good, but Rick knows two legs are better.

      So he would venture deeper into the territory, until he found someone, or he found the camp.

      fangs °

      let me out, let me out,
      this is not a dance

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      RICK C-137 || THE RICKIEST RICK || GIBBON || GENIUS

      PLAYED BY OWLIE
    • "Mister? What brings you to Blizzardclan?" Nicholas asked, padding over to the male from his front as he seemed on edge. He didn't want to get hurt by scaring the monkey, he knew they could tear a kitten to shreds of they wanted to.

    • "Stay back." Mack snapped at the kitten, aiming to push the child behind him protectively. The creature had crossed too far over the border, and therefore, would be a threat. Swallowing back a growl, the deputy straightened up, narrowing his eyes at the gibbon. "You've trespassed into our territory, in case you weren't aware." He demanded a name, and demanded a business, and the male's flattened lobes were a sure sign he wasn't messing around.
      REASON AND RHYME — INFORMATION TAGS

      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
      PERSONALITY
      — outgoing | cheerful | optimistic
      — flamboyant | mocking | arrogant
      — hides true emotions; sensitive
      — currently depressed due to injury
      — suffers from depression and ptsd
      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
      TAKE TO THE SKY, CHASING THE STARS
      played by meese

    • RICK SANCHEZ

      "Do I- urp- look like I'm here to hurt anybody?" Of course, the could change. It would really just depend on his mood. The Gibbon moved down, hanging from a branch, and letting his feet rest on a lower one. He had the high ground. He was safe up here.

      "I'm lookin' for- for a kid. Morty Smith." He opens the right side of his coat, pulling out the folded up piece of shirt, letting them look at it, but kept it tight in his grip. Look, but don't touch.
      "He might have this color on him."


      "WUBBA LUBBA DUBB DUBB!!"
      [c] Paxdad Productions

      let me out, let me out,
      this is not a dance

      ╘[◉﹃◉]╕

      RICK C-137 || THE RICKIEST RICK || GIBBON || GENIUS

      PLAYED BY OWLIE
    • Upon hearing Mack's stern tone directed at the kitten, Pierce was curious. He trotted over, ears perked forward, and regarded his clanmates with a quick nod. What type of animal was this? And, more importantly, who was he? Listening quietly, the young vice-leader didn't seat himself like he normally would. Seeing as this stranger was up in a tree, he could jump down and attack. Pierce didn't think he would, but you could never be too careful, and it did seem he always looked for the good in people, even if it wasn't there. He would have to work on that. He listened quietly to the coated animal, eyeing the bit of fabric. "I'm afraid I haven't seen him around," he murmured sorrowfully. He glanced quickly at Mack and Nicholas - perhaps they had. Without waiting for them to speak, however, he asked, "Do you need anything? We could spare something for you to take with you on the search for this... Morty person."

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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
      ||Mentored by Riddlersgame
      serval | 10 months | | blizzardclan | vice-leader | played by cobblepot |

    • RICK SANCHEZ

      He folded the shirt piece back up, and put it back inside his pocket. How many clans would he have to check? How many clans were there? How long would it take to find Morty? Would he ever find Morty?

      "You shouldn't think like- like that Rick."
      He narrowed his eyes at this, and pulls a flask out of his other breast pocket, opening it with his teeth, and taking a swig. "Yeah. You got any booze?"


      "WUBBA LUBBA DUBB DUBB!!"
      [c] Paxdad Productions

      let me out, let me out,
      this is not a dance

      ╘[◉﹃◉]╕

      RICK C-137 || THE RICKIEST RICK || GIBBON || GENIUS

      PLAYED BY OWLIE

    • Mack, although still wary, observed the color of the cloth in the gibbon's hand. Nose twitching, he neither recognized the sight nor the scent. He shook his head. "I'm afraid I haven't seen him, either." As this Rick person asked for booze, he glanced over at Pierce, seeing as Mack did not have any conjuration powers to summon any alcohol.
      REASON AND RHYME — INFORMATION TAGS

      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
      PERSONALITY
      — outgoing | cheerful | optimistic
      — flamboyant | mocking | arrogant
      — hides true emotions; sensitive
      — currently depressed due to injury
      — suffers from depression and ptsd
      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
      TAKE TO THE SKY, CHASING THE STARS
      played by meese
    • "Um sir? I can get you some but can you explain a little more before you get tipsy or drunk? We might not be able to understand you then." Nick spoke hesitantly, peeking out from behind Mack. He didn't know if he would get yelled at for coming out from behind him so had decided on that instead.
    • Sweetophelia was, frankly, impressed by this sudden show of authority from Mack. Approaching slowly, coming to stand beside Nicholas, the BlizzardClan leader cast her young deputy a curious glance, before slowly turning her focus onto Rick. "I wish you luck in your search," the tall Ragdoll spoke up, voice calm. He was searching for a kid? She wondered what their relation was, but didn't deign to ask. She probably would never see Rick again, and it wasn't truly her business. "I don't have any hard liquor, but I do have a few bottles of wine if you're interested." Unfortunately they were sitting at her home, back at camp.
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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