TEAR THAT MOUNTAIN DOWN ; STORAGE

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    Current Characters:
    Robin, BlizzardClan / James, The Sanctum (& BloodClan & SkyClan)


    Pending Characters:
    Terry, ShadowClan / Bat, Wanderer

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    A small track and quiet hello.

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    tags ; version one

    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; line-height:1.4; text-align: justify; padding: 2px][size=8]- - - general information
    name robin(cub) alias n/a nicknames robin, rob (sometimes)
    birthday unknown age roughly 2½ months star sign unknown
    gender trans? male pronouns he/him, they/them sexuality bisexual
    alliance blizzardclan rank cub/child


    - - - relationships
    parents npc x npc (dead) generation 1 siblings n/a
    status single, not looking crushes n/a maybe crushes n/a


    - - - appearance
    species assumed african lion reference click
    base colour obsidian other colours onyx, white
    faded white (grey-looking) rosettes dappled all over flanks and more delicately on his face; similarly-coloured dusting over muzzle and paws. onyx scruff around his neck, though the change in tone from his base is hard to spot. pale blue eyes. click for technicalities


    - - - personality
    mbti the advocate [51% introverted / 67% intuitive / 59% feeling / 60% judging] click
    positive traits creative, determined, passionate, intelligent, curious, loyal, observant, energetic neutral traits matter-of-fact, desperate for people's approval, quiet at times, perfectionistic negative traits sensitive, private, burns out easily, doesn't know when to stop, can't function without a purpose, self-doubting


    - - - combat and interaction
    physical skill 12/100 mental skill 35/100
    battle behaviour not fully trained, tries his hardest. durable. currently honourable.
    notes non-violent actions can be powerplayed general response non-hostile
    unlimited contact from most people, generally. he's not particularly standoffish.

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    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; line-height:1.4; text-align: justify; padding: 2px][size=8]- - - general information
    name batcub alias n/a nicknames bat
    birthday unknown age about 2 months star sign unknown
    gender cis male pronouns he/him sexuality bisexual
    alliance a wanderer; near bloodclan and shadowclan rank rogue


    - - - relationships
    parents npc x npc generation 1 siblings n/a
    status single; not looking crushes n/a maybe crushes n/a


    - - - appearance
    species assumed african lion reference click
    base colour bronze other colours obsidian, onyx
    onyx rosettes dappled all over his flanks and more delicately on his face. brown-gold vertical gradient covering his entire body. bright blue-green eyes. click for technicalities


    - - - personality
    mbti the mediator [84% introverted / 96% intuitive / 72% feeling / 71% prospecting]
    positive traits here neutral traits here negative traits here


    - - - combat and interaction
    physical skill x/100 mental skill x/100
    battle behaviour opinions, morals, etc.
    notes non-violent actions can be powerplayed general response hostile


    wip

    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; line-height:1.4; text-align: justify; padding: 2px][size=9]✧ Notably eager to please, though this is both a strength and a weakness. Grants him bursts of determination that push him to complete whatever it is he's working towards, but also leaves him vulnerable and open to manipulation. Doesn't really know how to back down from a dare at this stage. Hurtful comments stick with him for a long time and can lead to him acting self-destructively, and his stubbornness means he's unlikely to talk about it with anyone. He doesn't know when to give up, either, so will keep on going until someone manages to try and talk him out of it or he can no longer continue. Usually, though, he's resourceful enough to complete a task before that happens. It's just childish frustration and a need to seek an outlet that can encourage him to go too far.


    ✧ Despite his youth, he's been exposed to many human sources of entertainment, particularly their music and movies. Was a bit of a film junkie before his parents died, and may occasionally make god-awful references to certain forms of media.


    ✧ Currently unable to come to terms with his parents' deaths. Can't actually acknowledge the fact that they're no longer alive; trying to say it aloud causes his speech to abruptly cut off, and trying to think it results in his thoughts scattering uselessly. Able to comment on the deaths of other people's parents, and understands that people die, but when it comes to his parents, he can't comprehend their fates. His lack of surface trauma comes from this inability to accept that they're gone — he appears to act mostly normal if only because he won't (can't) admit that he's missing them.


    ✧ Even with the underlying trauma, Rob finds it very easy to bond with people — providing they're around his age. He struggles, unknowingly, with bonding with adults, and while he can look up to and idolise them, when it comes to forming relationships, he has a bit of an issue. His peers, however, are willingly welcomed as friends, and he can become very close to people who let him in.

    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; line-height:1.4; text-align: justify; padding: 2px][size=9]At first, Rob introduces himself as Robincub. It's the name his parents gave him, so it's the name he initially uses. Still, it's long and clunky to him, and it sounds weird when he says it, like it doesn't actually belong to him, and slowly but surely, it becomes a thing of discomfort, something people call him when he's in trouble, not in passing conversation. Eventually, he omits the suffix and goes solely by Robin, because that's easier, that's more efficient, and it's a little more personal. Not the name his parents gave him, but something they called him when they were feeling affectionate, so he deems it okay.


    Shorter still is Rob, and he never really knows how to feel about that one, if it ever makes its way into the world. It's not something he'll ever introduce himself as, probably, but it's not something he'll reject, not if someone he knows tries it out. For a stranger, it's too personal, too foreign; even his parents didn't use that one, never went that close, never tried to get to that point. But it's good enough, if only because it's his, not anyone else's, not his parents'. He's his own person.


    For Batcub, getting past Batcub is pretty damn hard. Nicknames are for people who like each other, or for those who like to pretend they have friends. Batcub is who he's always been, and it's short enough for people to manage, surely — if they can't remember it, or can't be bothered to say it, then he doesn't want to associate them. It's always short, sharp corrections with him — "It's Batcub" — and yeah, he doesn't really like the prefix, thinks it's kind of stupid, but that's the name he was given, and damn it, people are going to use it for as long as he wants them to. It's all on his terms. It's his name.


    Maybe, one day, when they soften him up — whoever they are, whoever's brave enough to try — he'll tolerate something shorter. Bat, maybe, though he still doesn't see why people can't just spit out the full thing. Still, a scowl's a step up from a snarl, and if that's his only response to something he previously rejected, then maybe people ought to just take it without trying to push for anything more. For him, at least, names are oddly important.

    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; line-height:1.4; text-align: justify; padding: 2px][size=9]✧ the least impressive
    ✧ sans purpose
    ✧ fly on broken wings
    ✧ almost reasonable
    ✧ from faith, indecision
    ✧ say yes to star wars
    ✧ find hope in doubt


    ✧ tiny tyrant
    ✧ boy king
    ✧ something prince? prince is good.
    — tyrant prince? or tyrant king
    — black prince
    ✧ night crawler
    ✧ hell in a small package
    ✧ break the mould

    [center][size=9]Note: Finish Bat's tags tomorrow. Or.. soon. He doesn't have a clan, but he can start visiting people, maybe? That's important.

    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; line-height:1.4; text-align: justify; padding: 2px][size=9]Hello!! Welcome to the Abode™


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    "What— because I'd lost you, or because I'd lost my parents?" For a moment, his smile turns sour, but it's a fleeting shift; the warmth returns so quickly that it's as though it had never left, a blink-and-you'll-miss-it sort of change that he sorta hopes wasn't noticeable. He'd hate to have to try and get out of some sort of explanation; people have been kind enough to skirt around the topic of his loneliness, as they have with every kid to turn up without anybody else to guard them, and the last he needs is somebody with the very things he's had robbed of him nagging him about his lack of family. Not that he sees anybody here as irritating enough to press him into a corner, but curiosity does bite hard, and he can only hope that its teeth have missed the mark this time. "Yeah, this was actually me trying to get your attention. It worked, didn't it?"

    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; line-height:1.4; text-align: justify; padding: 2px]It occurred to him, in that moment, that he wasn't anybody's best. Most people tended to be a number one, that priority, to somebody, but he realised, absentmindedly, that he didn't fit into that bracket for— well, for anybody, really. Whereas others found their other half, whether that was platonic or otherwise, he found himself drifting at the back somewhere, comfortably settled into the middle of the pack, something nice to keep around but not exactly a necessity. Would his parents be proud of him for being so disposable? Will he ever be anything more than somebody's second best? He has a feeling that even if he does manage to crawl to that top spot, he'll have to share it with someone else. He'll never be a definite choice in a this or that situation. He's doomed to that neck and neck status.


    Did his parents know that robins are bullies when they named him? There's nothing robin about his appearance, no russet breast or photogenic front, so were they expecting him to grow up and push people down to get to the top? Maybe. Maybe they were hoping, at the least, that despite any difficulties, he'd work hard and become as popular as his namesake, even with all his flaws. Whatever the case, he's certain they weren't expecting him to be so... mediocre. Empty, he tugs at the fabric around his neck. What's the point in affinity if it gets you nowhere? It's just another piece in the pot without getting to taste the broth.

    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; line-height:1.4; text-align: justify; padding: 2px][size=9]Maybe he ought to be grateful that he even has friends. That makes him sound like he isn't— and he is— but he ought to be content with it. Then again, he doesn't like the concept of being simply content with anything, so maybe that's his issue. Maybe he just can't freakin' settle with anything, can't just be happy with what he's given. Maybe wanting more'll be the death of him some day, maybe he'll fly too close to the goddamn sun and, just like Icarus, drown because of his inability to pace himself and just think. His mother told him, once, to never make permanent decisions based on temporary emotions, but that's hard, mum, and I don't know what else I'm meant to do. Sit and wait again, be content until the storm blows over and he can think clearly?


    He shifts until he's comfortable, hangs his forepaws off the edge of the stairs and stares (ha, stairs and stares) down into the abyss. It's a long way down, but the snow looks so soft. Would it cushion him if he leapt? Not that he's thinking about it — he wants to fly, not fall — but still, it's something to consider, interesting in a morbid sense. (Then again, from high up, water feels like concrete. Even the softest things are like steel when they're pushed.)

    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; line-height:1.4; text-align: justify; padding: 2px][size=8]- - - general information
    name texascub mcginnis alias terrence (mcginnis) nicknames terry (tezza)
    birthday unknown age 2½ months star sign unknown
    gender male pronouns he/him sexuality undetermined
    alliance here rank here


    - - - relationships
    parents npc x npc generation 1 siblings unknown
    status single, not looking crushes n/a maybe crushes n/a


    - - - appearance
    species assumed african lion
    base colour ebony other colours mahogany, red, white, onyx
    faded white (silverish) undercoat and white stripes on the backs of his ears. pale red banding on ears and tail; almost-unnoticeable red dappling on his flanks covered by darker onyx rosettes. bright sapphire eyes.


    - - - personality
    mbti title [percentages here; bold the letters that make up the code]
    positive traits here neutral traits here negative traits here


    - - - combat and interaction
    physical skill x/100 mental skill x/100
    battle behaviour vulnerable due to youth, but determined. defended by a reptilian-bird hybrid; info in the next post.
    notes non-violent actions can be powerplayed general response here
    unlimited contact from here


    wip