[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]"ah, everyone! i'm going to be talking about herbs and how they're used over here, if anyone wants to sit in and listen." you announce from where you sit in camp, bundles of various plants spread out before you. you've been meaning to get around to this, but with all of that has been happening you couldnt ah.. find any time to fit it in until now. "like i said i'm only talking about herbs, as well as their remedies and side effects. this is strictly traditional practice." you'd embrace the more common practices, such as vaccines and the likes, if kate had known anything like that herself. [fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-auto: 95%; width:400px;] [i]✧ —OH HELL YES, THE DRUGS JUST MAKE ME RESET / [color=#000]TAGS
ALL ROADS LEAD TO ROME / HERB TRAINING
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Oh geez, was Frisk gonna 'yell' at them again? Although last time they did, it was at a check-up, not a herb-whatever-thing. Bill grunted as they came over, clearly not wanting to be. "We watch." They declared.
"speaking" actions thoughts "corrupt speaking through bill" corrupt speaking mentally at bill(c) advo
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GENERAL:
"mind corrupted" bill cipher | nonbinary (they/them/their/it) | ringmaster[leader] of the rebellion of terminus, ex-godfather [leader] of the cartel, ex-emperor [leader] leader of the exiles | messanger of end game | 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:
body is constantly twitching
compulsive liar disorder
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
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
powers Bill can/can't use
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:#fff;][font=georgia]"Can ya teach me? Oh, if you can that is miss." He didn't really know who this was, but he felt as though he knew them from long ago. The feeling was unsettling. The two had never formally had met. (They had, but when they still were Victoria. Technically they were still Victoria, but in another form). Frisk. The lion had been startled for a moment, but quickly gained their composure. Who is Frisk? They waited for a response, but none came to them. It seemed like the voice would not answer their question. Although this situation was familiar as well, had you seen someone teach about medicine before? Then it hit you, a flash. It had been two canines and a rabbit, and then it was gone. What was that? Maybe something from a dream. Hey, can you guys tell me? Again, no response. Maybe the voices in your head were just made up by yourself. It would make sense, given how lonely you were. The lion merely smiled and took a seat, a little bit unsettled as they tried to piece together what that flash had been. Why two dogs and a rabbit? It doesn't make any sense..[center]✨tags
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Steanpunk was definitely not into anything medical or herbs, but hell, she might as well support her clanmate. And hey; it might come in use later for all she knew, right? "Heh, I'll just watch for now, 'k?" The female say down, offering Frisk and the others a carefree smile.
The Basics
Steampunk Harbringer-Praelium-Sartaq-Xerxes-Wolfgang | Ringmaster (leader) of The Rebellion of Terminus | sometimes goes by Steamie | 18 months | Female | Valentine x Saltedwounds | PanromanticAppearance
Caraval hybrid (serval x caracal, main) | Domestic feline body | Tiger body | white fur with neon green blotches | grey eyes | wears neon green goggles on top of head | has double piercings on both earsPersonality
hyper, extremely loud | confident and prideful | easily gets angry | party animal | fighterRelations
| no love interest | single | no crushes | no maybe crushes | easy to befriendOther
Mentally medium | physically hard | sometimes attacks with small green hatchet | speaks in bold | current injuries: none -
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Pluto slunk over, coming to stand besides his mother with an idle swish of his tail as he peered at Frisk. Herbs had always been something that had lingered as an interesting thing within the youth's mind however, he had never actively gone about trying to learn anything proper about such things. He had never had anyone willing to teach him before and his interest in it had not been as great as it had grown to at that point in time. That was what had spurred him on to approach the scene, electric blue eyes flickering with intrigue as he sat himself down, head tilted slightly to the right as he peered at the host of the traditional herb event. He had never actually seen being in the medical profession as being a forseeable route for his future however, he would probably consider such things afterwards and at least he would be able to take something that would be able to benefit him and those around him away from this even if he chose to not do so..