Madame - 'Ally Speed Dating Event'

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    Mack listened to Sylmae explain the dorections of the event, and as his partner shuffled over, he could tell the raccoon was a bit smaller than his own frame. Offering a smile, the hybrid took the paw and shook it as well (although it was a bit awkward seeing as the raccoon's hand was so tiny, and the macawnine had large talons). "Nice to meet you, Grey! I'm Mack, the deputy here in BlizzardClan."
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  • "Sure thing," Volkan nodded calmly to Mae and made his way next to Halo's side, keeping his space a bit from him.


    This should be interesting, but he just hopes he doesn't scare the fella off without getting the chance to know him first.

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    And now it was all starting. Of course the first problem he had here was not exactly knowing who Imperia was, not a good first impression before seeing his mutated face. The dark seal point glanced around, lightly gnawing on his tongue before clearing his throat and calling out quietly, "Imperia?" An anxious little gut feeling tore through Nefarious's gut, wondering if they would take one look at the three-eyed monster and pretend to be someone else.


    they are both already intimidated by each other, love it
    @IMPERIA.


    [center][spoiler=tags (updated 4/2)]general:
    Nefariousstar Flamel Universum| Nef | male
    bisexual | biromantic | currently single
    8 moons | born December 23rd, then aged 3 moons
    Colouredclan Lord Prism (leader)
    physical:
    domestic feline [CURRENT]
    - three eyes= right is dark orange, left is pale olive, top middle is dark gold
    - slightly curved black horns (currently four inches tall)
    - black seal point coloring with light gray fur on main form
    injuries:
    none at the moment
    personality:
    aloof | mildly curious | pyrophobic | photographic memory
    extremely down to earth | quick to judgement (usually self-judgement)
    confrontation:
    difficult physically | difficult mentally
    will start fights given certain reasons | does not back down
    Juyo / Vaapad based fighting styles
    attack in #FE642E
    [color=#000]•
    teleportation (looks like a trail of black smoke when teleporting), shapeshift (no other bodies yet), telekinesis & fire elemental

  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]"Nice to meet you too. Big job, I imagine." Gray said, glancing down at his dwarfed paw in the talons of his partner. "So do you want to start it off?"


    //low muse


  • [center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 450pt; font: arial][align=justify][size=9]"Yes?" Imperia glanced around at the sound of her name, stormy gaze locking on the petite figure of a seal point feline. Okay, so maybe he wasn't that intimidating. However, she could only see the back of his head, and not the front. There was no way to tell how she would react to his unique mutation. The lovely she-wolf weaved through the crowd to great her partner, a little apprehensive if he would like her or not. "Bonjour je --" The girl froze when she finally came face to face with Nefariousstar. The shock was only momentary - a brief widening of bright eyes - as she was quite the mannerly creature and would not embarrass herself or her partner by openly staring like a jerk. "je m'appelle Imperia. Enchante." She offered a polite smile, bobbing her head in greeting. Hopefully he would not be too confused by her French - sometimes it slipped when she was nervous.


  • Based on who was taller? He would most likely go last, being unfortunately short. Archer looked around, finally facing Vulpes after deciding that, since vulpe meant fox, the only fox there had to be him. The coyote looked at the fox. "Hello, I am Archer. You are Vulpes, I presume?"





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    [align=justify]rosalina? she sounded cool, mostly because rosa was a name derived from european roots, and vang was part-russian. a smile graced her features as she mindlessly glanced around for anyone she would have thought of as a rosalina. finding her search ineffective, she made a quiet call for her partner. [color=#b0a0a8]"rosalina?"
    @ROSALINA -


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    makaio

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    There it was. The Lord Prism's eyes momentarily slid off to the side and his head turned a fraction away from the wolf, an old habit he had been trying to break from since he had been put in charge of Colouredclan. It wasn't good to see a leader avoiding direct eye-contact, was it? But back then, he had only the horns and two mismatched eyes to worry about. Not three eyes. Ah, he'd been silent for too long, hadn't he? "Nefarious," responded the feline with a small nod, tugging his set of three eyes back to focus on Imperia and a faint polite smile appearing on his maw as he added, "Though I don't quite understand what you said, that was French, right?"


    [ if you don't mind, I'm going to just keep tagging you in my replies to your posts, just since there will be a lot of replies with everyone else's characters and speed-dates @IMPERIA. ]


    [center][spoiler=tags (updated 4/2)]general:
    Nefariousstar Flamel Universum| Nef | male
    bisexual | biromantic | currently single
    8 moons | born December 23rd, then aged 3 moons
    Colouredclan Lord Prism (leader)
    physical:
    domestic feline [CURRENT]
    - three eyes= right is dark orange, left is pale olive, top middle is dark gold
    - slightly curved black horns (currently four inches tall)
    - black seal point coloring with light gray fur on main form
    injuries:
    none at the moment
    personality:
    aloof | mildly curious | pyrophobic | photographic memory
    extremely down to earth | quick to judgement (usually self-judgement)
    confrontation:
    difficult physically | difficult mentally
    will start fights given certain reasons | does not back down
    Juyo / Vaapad based fighting styles
    attack in #FE642E
    [color=#000]•
    teleportation (looks like a trail of black smoke when teleporting), shapeshift (no other bodies yet), telekinesis & fire elemental

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    This probably wasnt a good idea, but now here he was. "Yes, I'm Vulpes from the rift, youre Archer right?" he felt who ever was taller getting to go first was rather rude, as he was now stuck inside the body of a Kit fox he was even shorter than Gray. The coyote would clearly have to go first, but he would just have to deal with it.

    Does it really matter that much!?

  • Volkan gave a nod of greeting to Halo, "Pleasure to meet you. My name is Volkan and I just recently joined BlizzardClan." The black wolf lowered his head slightly so that he wouldn't frighten the guy. He was still learning to look more friendly around others since his appearance looks more like a demon than a average wolf.

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    Imperia did not know what it felt like to be stared at - she was painfully average. Average size, average color, average species. There was nothing unique physically about her at all. In fact, the girl was more accustomed to being ignored than she was at receiving attention. There was a reason she did not do well in crowds. "Désolé - erm - sorry," the she-wolf chuckled nervously, averting her gaze out of embarrassment. He was insecure because of his appearance, and she was insecure because of her lack of skill in social situations. Perhaps they were more alike than they realized. "Yes, it was French. I just said my name is Imperia and it's nice to meet you."


  • Archer nodded. "Pleasure to meet you," he said, nodding with a small smile. He looked at Sylmae, then back at Vulpes, wondering when they would start.


    //sorry for my drained muse haha


  • //equallyyy
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    Vulpes nodded, unsure whether or not he had missed the Coyotes clan, but regardless. "Im pretty sure we start whenever?"

    Does it really matter that much!?

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    Catching sight of Barbara arriving, the white-furred wolf winked and snapped her jaws playfully in the Bloodclanner's direction before twitching her ruby optics up towards Sylmae as they served up the matches. She got paired with Sweet, huh? Now that was a form she should have possessed: a leader. Too late now. "So is this business or pleasure, Sweet?" hummed Victorian as she sauntered over to the Blizzardclan leader, a smile on her maw. Now was ol' Sweetie there for something romantic or was this just her getting involved in her clan's events?


    [ @SWEETOPHELIA. ]


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    general:
    Victorianpaw - Victoriansovereign| Vic, Tori | female
    demisexual | biromantic | currently single
    Windclan Operations Advisor | reincarnation of Padmé Amidala
    7 moons physically | 19 moons combined w/ Padmé's spirit
    physical:
    black-lined ruby-colored eyes
    albino wolf [current]
    accessories
    - simple black chain headpiece with inlaid rubies
    - has a bit of a pale maroon aura surrounding her
    injuries:
    possessed by Kali
    personality:
    hot-headed | blunt | royal dignity & grace | violent
    enjoys revenge | has little care for others
    confrontation:
    easy physically | difficult mentally
    does not start or quit fights | will attempt diplomacy during battle
    flowerprints
    [demon allotted powers:] telekinesis, elemental powers, ghostmode, conjuration, invisibility, telepathy, super senses, super speed & strength

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    I wanna hide the truth I wanna shelter you



    That was a popular game, this two truths and one lie. At least it didn't have that bloody twist on it and he could say e as much as he damn well pleased. Pierce huh? Well who the hell was that? The dark serval looked around, care to not stab anyone with his tails or horns. He was a goddamn mess sometimes with these.


    @PIERCE-


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    newt - he/him - tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]He listened closely as the pairs were called out, only recognizing a few of the names. According to the Leopard, he was to be paired with someone named Hana. He was hesitant to wander around looking for them, so simply sat down and hesitantly announced their name. Hopefully they'd be able to hear it over the other conversations. "Um, Hana?"



    @hana song;

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  • Volkan nodded in silence, trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going. Just as he was new to clan life, he doesn't know about others and what it means to be friendly to others. "Tell me about yourself. What do you like to do?" he asked Halo.


    @Halo ♞

  • Halo thinked for a moment, "I come from a Indian Tribe, and i like to do is Explore." He speaked. "We need to do that event right? was it Two Truths and One Lie?" The Canine smiled again.