IN MY CROWN || blizzardclan ambassador

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    [align=justify]Yeah, this was kind of later than he had intended, but he had finally gotten around to actually visiting ShadowClan. He was their new ambassador, after all, so it was important for him to introduce himself. Instead o bringing gifts, he had decided to bring a basket of baked goods he had made himself, which was why he hadn't been to the Clan yet. It had taken a while to actually get everything to make them, plus the entire day spent cooking them. At least he was finally here, though. Orchid took a seat at the border after putting the basket down, waiting for one of the ShadowClanners to appear.
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    tags | feb 15

    tags | feb 15

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    ❝ luna noctcaligo — warlord ❞


    The woman had traced the scent of fresh snow and high mountain air to the clearing, no surprise on her apathetic face as she saw a BlizzardClanner waiting patiently on the border. Her black ears flicked in the direction of the domestic, inquiry written across her striped face. The massive tiger padded across the mossy ground, giant roots dangling above her head and water coming up from the mud to soak her massive paws as she picked her way over to the man.


    Finally, she was a few taillengths away from the feline, her golden eyes flickering to the basket of warm goods and then back to the BlizzardClanner. "Ambassador I assume?" Luna inquired with an up tilt of her icy tone, refusing to take a seat on the wet earth.

    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][color=#00FF00]"Most likely." The savannah mused as he slowly made his way over after following the smell of Blizzardclan. He had taken his time with making his way over, though not because he didn't see this as important. He had been trying to scratch himself along the way so that he didn't do it in front of their allies. He sighed softly as he shifted a little but he managed to keep himself looking calm, giving the other a light smile of greeting.

    The sounds of movement and chatter had drawn the large reptile out. Her vessel emerged slowly, soundlessly from the shadows, her alabaster scales sliding out of the thickening trees that enveloped her form almost gracefully. The prehistoric creature let out a low, whistly rumble, slowly sliding her violet gaze over the basket. What had the supposed ambassador brought?


    The deadly reptile was a rather childlike thing. She supposed her consciousness and behavior were really the most odd thing about her, even more so than her appearance. That, and the fact that Arctic had an unnatural naughty mind to boot. She was born with it, so the first thought that came to her mind when her purple optics raked over that basket was:


    are there dildos in there?


    Of course there wasn't; she knew. The femme's large nostrils could pick up the wafting scent of chocolate chips and dough. She was no fool and she was not senseless. Though, the idea of food was very tantalizing. The indominus's tongue flickered out to wet her rough lips. Hah. Wet


    [spoiler=info — updated 2/18]
    GENERAL:
    ★ Arcticpolar Xerxes | 'Arctic' | Female
    ★ Panexual | Single
    ★ 1st gen | NPC x NPC | Mentoring Rudy
    ★ 16 months old | Ages every 100 posts
    ★ Warrior | ShadowClan


    EXTRA INFO
    ★ Lowkey flirt
    ★ Makes innuendos like no tomorrow
    ★ Slightly aggressive, especially towards strangers
    ★ Mute (uses telepathy)
    ★ Sentient


    POWERS:
    ★ Telepathy, invisibility, super senses, super speed, super strength, emotion manip.


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ INDOMINUS REX [birth] | health: 100%
    — A dinosaur similar to the T-rex, with a bony structure. Sharp talons, crooked teeth and white scales. Equipped with bristles by their elbows and head. Crest just above eyes. Red tinted crest. Stands at 15 ft.
    They have purple eyes and tongue, though their blood color is a relatively normal shade of red.
    Keep in mind while they are fairly tall and are over a year old, they are considered an adolescent and is not as large, strong, or fully-muscled as they should be until they reach adult-hood.
    — major injuries: N/A
    — minor injuries: N/A


    PERSONALITY:
    — Arcticpolar is a childish prankster. They can seem incredibly snide and aggressive at times, and will make unhelpful or rude remarks just for the heck of it. They're a daredevil, simple as that, and a big risk-taker at that too. They have little self-control and are incredibly ambitious. They are rarely sympathetic, and quite blunt as well. Though arrogant and a bit close-minded, Arcticpolar is relatively intelligent and quick-witted.


    INTERACTION:
    ★ Moderately difficult to befriend
    ★ Extreme physically | Hard mentally
    ★ Open for plots and relations
    ★ Speaks in bold italics
    ★ Attack in underlined
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

    [center]Finch Harbringer[color=white][center][font=times new roman]"the club isn't the best place to find a lover so the bar is where i go" [color=white]
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    [font='Times New Roman, Times, serif']


    [color=#ff9999]Finch approached, flicking a large, white ear. Seeing as everything that she would have asked had, well, already been asked, she remained silent. The smell of Blizzardclan was strong, so she assumed that was where the stranger originated from.


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    [center][font='times new roman'][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;][color=white]Basics
    [color=#ff9999]- Finch Harbringer
    -Pregnant
    -Shadowclan
    -Gravedigger(deputy)
    -10 months
    -Titles: patriot, sociable, shadowstalker
    [color=white]Appearance
    [color=#ff9999]-Birth/Main : Finch is a domestic white feline with unusually short legs and oddly large ears. Her eyes are a stunning blue color. She has the tail of a white bunny, it's fluffy and large.
    -Battle body : A large, white male horse. It is well muscled and towering. Finch uses this body in battle. click for reference
    [color=white]Relationships
    [color=#ff9999]-Daughter of Valentine Harbringer
    -Single
    -Interested in Takumi
    -1/2 of Fuckumi
    -Heterosexual
    -Cisgender
    -She/her
    [color=white]Interaction
    [color=#ff9999]-When attacking, QUOTE
    -Finch is fairly easy to get along with. She is kind and motherly, but is ruthless when it comes to interacting with enemies.

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:450px; text-align:justify; font-size:9px; line-height:1.2;]#5858FA for speaking
    An impatient huff escaped the melanistic beast as he approached the group of speculating clanmates, his mismatched eyes locked in an intense scouring of the stranger. Why visitors didn't introduce themselves immediately was beyond him? This was just a bunch of fucking stupid waiting for them to finally draw out an answer when this could have been dealt with right away.


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    general:
    Drogo Náshdóítsoh | no nicknames | male
    heterosexual | heteroromantic | currently single
    27 moons | born October 17th
    Shadowclan Duskreacher
    physical:
    • melanistic lion
    - left eye is a light blue, while the right is a bright hazel
    - body is 2x larger than regular African lion species ( 8ft. tall, about 830 lbs. )
    - has bright blue bodypaint in claw mark stripes across shoulders and a stripe along his spine to his tail
    injuries:
    • none at the moment
    personality:
    hot-headed | ferocious | lack of remorse | fearless
    savage, untame nature | quick to displays of violence
    confrontation:
    • extreme physically | difficult mentally
    • will start fights at lights provacation | does not back down
    • attack in #B40404
    [color=#000]•

    enhanced strength, speed, eyesight & hearing, ability to shrink & grow

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    he had actually forgotten about the existence of the ambassador system. he knew shadowclan had had it for awhile, used to make sure to keep alliances between one another strong and bound to never break. he himself had never partaken in one, but the idea of visiting another clan for political purposes was... well, he wasn't sure how to feel about it. it was neutral in his mind, but he knew others would like it, or did like it. "they smell really good. did you, um, make 'em?" he askes as his large body lumbers over besides radio. both luna and said-feline had both wonder out loud on the position of orchid's, so he decided to just switch it up a bit.

    tags | updated 02/16

    [align=justify]"Yeah, that's me," he assured them. "My name is Orchid, and I'm sure you can already tell I'm from BlizzardClan." Since they were here now, he picked up the basket and brought it closer to the gathered ShadowClanners. "These are for you guys." A few seconds later, he was being asked another question. "Yep! I spent a while making them all yesterday," he responded, a little smile on his features as he explained.
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    tags | feb 15

    tags | feb 15

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px][font=verdana][size=9][align=justify]While his experiences with BlizzardClan were limited, Haiiro was happy to say that he found all of the members he had met to be kind. Perhaps it was just for the purpose of keeping up alliances that they were so courteous, but he appreciated it nonetheless. With a weak smile on his features, the boy felt his way over, attracted by the scents of both a clan he respected, and bakes goods. Part of the nighwatcher hoped that there was toast included somewhere here, but everything the BlizzardClanner had already made was more than enough, really. In fact, Haiiro admired how much effort he must have put into this.


    Coming to a halt at Funhaus' side, he nodded a polite greeting, sightless gaze directed away from Orchid. "Thank you. That's, uh, really cool," the boy spoke earnestly, wondering if he would be allowed to just take one of the baked goods now, or if he had to wait.

    tags | updated 2/17

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:450px; text-align:justify; font-size:9px; line-height:1.2;]#5858FA for speaking
    Nostrils flaring slightly as the lion bent slightly to investigate the small baked goods the ambassador had brought with him, though he almost immediately recoiled. While he had found that he did really really like chocolate and anything slathered in chocolate icing, there really wasn't even enough in the basket to sate Drogo in the least. "How Blizzardclan?" rumbled the African lion with a twitch of his rounded ears, instead focusing on any kind of news this Blizzardclan member could offer them.


    [center][spoiler=tags (updated 12/21)]

    general:
    Drogo Náshdóítsoh | no nicknames | male
    heterosexual | heteroromantic | currently single
    27 moons | born October 17th
    Shadowclan Duskreacher
    physical:
    • melanistic lion
    - left eye is a light blue, while the right is a bright hazel
    - body is 2x larger than regular African lion species ( 8ft. tall, about 830 lbs. )
    - has bright blue bodypaint in claw mark stripes across shoulders and a stripe along his spine to his tail
    injuries:
    • none at the moment
    personality:
    hot-headed | ferocious | lack of remorse | fearless
    savage, untame nature | quick to displays of violence
    confrontation:
    • extreme physically | difficult mentally
    • will start fights at lights provacation | does not back down
    • attack in #B40404
    [color=#000]•

    enhanced strength, speed, eyesight & hearing, ability to shrink & grow