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get outta here [♡] o; bill cipher needed
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KRZ VWUDQJH. Corrupt mused inside Bill's mind, surprising the demon for a few seconds. They thought it was asleep! Bill guessed not; the creature knew how to block him out somehow, despite them sharing the same mind. Now that was strange. ZH WKRXJKW SURFODQV ZHUH ZHOFRPLQJ. They usually are. Bill responded back with a mental snort. The demon's gaze flickered to Ramses when he spoke. "Explain." Bill didn't demand an explanation, but they were generally curious. "ProClans are... accepting." Or were supposed to be. "Why not us?" Yeah, okay, they've done bad things, but they were clearly harmless now... Were they not? They could hardly use their powers -- that spark earlier caused them to tire a bit, if they were honest -- and shifting, possessing a different body, and turning into ghostmode was impossible. It seemed as if they no longer had the ability to do these things. "Not threat." They weren't; they simply couldn't. Not without their powers. So, what were they, now that almost all of their abilities were stripped from them?
They were almost mortal. Almost.
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GENERAL:
"mind corrupted" bill cipher | nonbinary (they/them/their/it) | n/a rank of n/a clan, ex-godfather [leader] of the cartel, ex-emperor [leader] leader of The Exiles | former titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger (the cartel) | mentally 1 trillion years; physical age unknown
PHYSICAL:
[CURRENT] golden feline with black markings
INJURIES & SCARS:
"FINN" scar on rump
scratch scars on neck
scars change depending on what body he possesses; the "corrupt" scars and the "FINN" scars stay, however
MENTAL HEALTH:
physically and emotionally unstable (body is constantly twitching)
corrupt is currently trying to break through
PERSONALITY:
insane, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic
RELATIONSHIPS:
single, asexual and aromantic
CONFRONTATION:
physically medium, mentally very hard
attack in BOLD BLACK
OTHER
casual character, please don't promote!
can only speak a few words in English (native tongue is always in some sort of code)
let bill injure/kill your character(s)!
played by maple
tag: #corruptcipher
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[fancypost=border-width=0; width: 450px; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify;]Ivylee nodded towards Giovanni and Sylmae, glad that they had offered to take Bill. Though when she looked back at the yellow feline, she felt her ears pin back. "You personally haven't been a threat... it's the anticlans. They're after us because they found out that you're here," she explained, never wishing that it had come to this. They couldn't continue to keep someone here if it meant that RiverClan would have to go to war with many clans over it. Ivy had to make sure to put her clan's safety first, even if that meant that Bill would have to leave, despite having done nothing wrong. Well, not yet, that is. -
Bill cracked a grin at Ivylee's response. "So... you are afraid?" He asked, though frowned quickly when the realization came that Ivylee said the AntiClans found them here. How? And so quickly? That was concerning. Bill's gaze flickered to the ground, looking at their paws as they kneaded the ground. Corrupt let out snarls of laughter, which could be heard through Bill's mouth. "Idiotic." They cursed, snorting. They were, of course, referring to the AntiClans -- not RiverClan or Ivylee herself (though honestly they wouldn't mind if Ivylee took offense to it).
Bill gave a shrug as they turned around to face Sylmae and Giovanni again, letting out once simple growl: "We go." Before they walked off, not waiting for the two RiverClanners to follow them. Was this considered an exile? Hell if they knew; they were counting it as one, so they could finally say they were exiled from one of the "bigger" Clans that they hadn't originally. WindClan was the next one to go, then they'd be finished with the "bigger" Clans, but they would have to wait. Jonathan still led (at least, that's who Bill remembered; they haven't checked with WindClan in quite a while), and they wouldn't be able to join, powerless or not.
//Out!
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GENERAL:
"mind corrupted" bill cipher | nonbinary (they/them/their/it) | n/a rank of n/a clan, ex-godfather [leader] of the cartel, ex-emperor [leader] leader of The Exiles | former titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger (the cartel) | mentally 1 trillion years; physical age unknown
PHYSICAL:
[CURRENT] golden feline with black markings
INJURIES & SCARS:
"FINN" scar on rump
scratch scars on neck
scars change depending on what body he possesses; the "corrupt" scars and the "FINN" scars stay, however
MENTAL HEALTH:
physically and emotionally unstable (body is constantly twitching)
corrupt is currently trying to break through
PERSONALITY:
insane, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic
RELATIONSHIPS:
single, asexual and aromantic
CONFRONTATION:
physically medium, mentally very hard
attack in BOLD BLACK
OTHER
casual character, please don't promote!
can only speak a few words in English (native tongue is always in some sort of code)
let bill injure/kill your character(s)!
played by maple
tag: #corruptcipher
tv tropes/bio/other information and links -
SHE had been just about ready to attack when...he left. Just like that. Hope ceased her horn-glowing, watching him go. "Be safe." she whispered.
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