the highway to hell | open, meet and greet
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[fancypost=;border:0px;width:65%;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]The calico padded over, eyeing the bear. "Spirit is an interesting name. Did whoever name you get confused?" She asked, doing that thing she did where if you didn't know her very well, it was impossible to tell if she was serious or joking. "Lonepaw. What brought you to Blizzardclan?" She was clearly making some sort of attempt to be social, though her tone switched between introductory to harshly questioning without any explanation, so it just sounded like she was asocial, which was the neutral truth.
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AND YOU CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS — blizzardclan — tuxedo cat w/ bow tie — tags
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Coming up after Lonepaw, Jerseyboy would stand by his niece and eye the newcomer. He glanced down at the other and snorted, "That's comin' from someone named Lonepaw." Of course, he was only joking. He then introduced himself, "I'm Jerseyboy."
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SPIRIT
my head's above the water
This place seemed to have a lot of cats, he noted. A calico named Lonepaw and a tuxedo cat named Jerseyboy came up to him, and he cleared his throat. His eyes landed on the calico first. "Well, no, actually. My mother never gave me a proper name. But some humans came along one day when I was a cub, looking for bears. One of them...took a liking to me, and named me Spirit." He hated talking about humans now. Sure, those humans were nice and their only intent was to explore, but there were two more humans who wanted to pave. Pave his home, his territory. His stance was neutral on humans nowadays.Next, he turned towards Jerseyboy. He gave a small smile. "It's nice to meet you, Jerseyboy. Unique name, I must say."
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JESTERTRAP PRAELIUM
2 months old - male - child of blizzardclan[center] The star-born kitten had already met the bear before (sort of, though Jes being Jes already saw his acquaintance as a friend) but in truth he wanted to know more. If his name was Spirit, was he like Jes? Out of this world? A foreigner? Why did he come here? Jes didn't have an option at the time, he was simply created and conveniently landed in BlizzardClan territory, except he assumed Spirit made a choice to leave behind family. He just about managed to catch the bear's words upon arrival, triangular auricles standing erect upon a well-shaped cranium and listening with full focus. Humans? Ah, he knew a little on them, if you counted the awareness that they walked on two legs as knowledge. Weren't they frightening? By the stars, how terrifying it must have been to come across them as a cub. Jes had his own childhood nightmare; his father. "Why were they looking for bears?" He questioned intently, wedging himself next to Lonepaw and Jerseyboy. O-oh, uh, hi! I'm Jestertrap if you don't remember! Or Jes otherwise...where do you come from sir?"
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[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Like Jes, Pierce had been there at Spirit's joining, and he liked the bear so far. Approaching after Jestertrap, he offered Spirit a bright smile. "Nice to see you again, Spirit. How're you liking Blizzardclan so far?" He took a seat beside Lonepaw, listening curiously to what the others had to say. He had to agree, some - most - of his clanmates had very unique names, but there were so many with them, that by now he was used to it. His was relatively common among humans, he thought, since his "owners" had named him that, but he had never met another clanner called Pierce.
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GENERAL
||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Eleven months
||Vice-leader
||Single
||Beatles fan
||Created 11-24-16
||Ages at roleplayer's discretion
PHYSICAL
||Injuries : None
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and lean with long legs.
||Left shoulder is branded with the initials "P.C"
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.
PERSONALITY
||Intelligent
||Protective
||Curious
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Clingy
||Loving
||Emotional
||Insecure
||Trusting
||Friendly
||Polite
||Awkward
||Envious
INTERACTION
||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
||NPC x NPC
||Single
||½ of nothing c':
||Best friends with Riddlersgame
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[center][fancypost=width: 500px; line-height:1.4; text-align: justify; padding: 2px][size=9]"Humans? What sort of humans?" His knowledge of them comes solely from movies, but he's come to understand that some of them are a little more technologically-advanced than others— and those that look for bears could either be semi-tribal or entirely-modernised, depending on their intentions. It strikes Robin as odd, adopting a name given by creatures you didn't consider your parents (unless Spirit had considered the humans his parents, though he doesn't seem to talk of them as if they're family, from what the small lion can gather), but he's never thought of giving himself a name other than the one he wears now, even though he doesn't really understand why somebody would refer to something like him as Robin. There's nothing robin about him; charcoal fur, sapphire eyes and a distinct lack of wings doesn't exactly make for a bird-like figure, though if he did have to become a bird, he'd expect a crow, or a raven, or a jackdaw. Something dark, not because of his disposition, but simply because of his appearance. Even in temperament, he doesn't consider himself much of a robin, either.
It's not as though he can ask his parents, though. They're dead. It makes self-exploration a little difficult, admittedly, but he's managing to survive as a complete stranger to himself.
Shaking himself out and settling next to Pierce (and perhaps he's a little too close, but he likes the serval, and proximity is something he enjoys), Robincub focuses on Spirit, offering him a smile. "My name's Robincub— but you can call me Robin, I guess. Nice to meet you, Spirit. I've never seen a bear in real life before." He's super cool, and though Rob won't say it, the unrestrained awe in his eyes is pretty obvious. He's practically starstruck.
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SPIRIT
my head's above the water
He eyed the three that came up. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I come from Bear Island. It's a majestic peaceful island, inhabited by many black and spirit bears like me." he rumbled. "BlizzardClan is very nice so far. But I still have a lot to learn about the ways of your group. Such as...ranks. Traditions."
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Bear Island? She had heard Spirit mention the place once before, but Sweetophelia hadn't had a chance to actually ask after the region. Perhaps now was the time. Her paws drawing her closer, the BlizzardClan leader took a seat beside Jestertrap, her pale lilac eyes quickly focusing on the young bear. "I'm Sweetophelia Targaryen, in case you've forgotten" she spoke up politely. "I've never heard of Bear Island before I met you. Why did you leave Bear Island?" Had it perhaps something to do with the humans Spirit had mentioned before just seconds ago?
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GENERAL:
◦ SWEETOPHELIA ALYSANNE TARGARYEN | ♀
◦ Eurydice Targaryen x Domeric Harbringer | Gen 3
◦ Malaella Targaryen x Lucerys Targaryen | Gen 5
◦ 21 months old spiritually | Reincarnation
◦ Ages real-time | Created July 12th, 2015
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IMPORTANT FACTS:
◦ BlizzardClan Leader [as of Jan. 22, 2017]
◦ Speaks fluent French as a second language
◦ Ex BlizzardClan Vice-Leader & BloodClan 3rd Tier [2015]
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RECENT EVENTS:
◦ Her eldest son, Jaehaerys, was assassinated [4/28]
◦ Her youngest son, Aleksei, was mauled [4/30]
◦ Fought Bill Cipher on tundra island [5/1]
◦ Exiled her apprentice, Germanicus [5/2]
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PHYSICAL:
◦ Domestic Feline [main] | health: 70%
— A tall seal-point Ragdoll cat with pale lilac eyes
— major injuries: long, healing slashes covering her flanks
— minor injuries: n/a
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PERSONALITY:
astute | affectionate | courteous | cynical | disingenuous
feminine | introspective | lively | maternal | passionate
paranoid | proud | ruthless | scornful | vindictive
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RELATIONSHIPS:
◦ Single | ½ of ______
◦ Adopted by Snowwhite Dubois
◦ Mentoring Witchpaw
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POWERS:
◦ conjuration | discovered — mastered
◦ super senses | discovered — mastered
◦ super strength | discovered — unmastered
◦ teleportation | discovered — mastered
◦ elemental powers | discovered — mastered
— fire elemental powers
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INTERACTION:
◦ Attack in BOLD GREY
◦ Mentally difficult | Physically difficult
◦ May Start Fights | Will End Fights | Will Kill -
SPIRIT
my head's above the water
He glanced at Sweetophelia. "A pleasure to meet you. My name is Spirit." At the leader's next question, he hesitated. "The evil humans drove me out. Or, well, they were part of the reason. They came before when I was a cub, but I was tortured by them daily. Growing up, my birth mother and my adoptive mother got into fights about who would keep me." The bear sighed. "The day of the last fight I witnessed, my adoptive mother advised I get off Bear Island and flee far away. She was getting older, and her fear that her number may have been up consumed her. She feared the next fight would end in death. So I ran. Far far away." He hardly remembered the journey now. Had he swum to BlizzardClan's islands, possibly stayed there until he could get well? Oh, his memory was so fuzzy.
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia frowned, not having expected to hear such a dark turn in his story but Spirit seemed surprisingly candid as he spoke of his old life on Bear Island. "I'm sorry to hear that," the BlizzardClan leader expressed, her head shaking softly as she spoke. "It sounds like you had a rough time. But I'm glad you're here with us in BlizzardClan now." At least the humans never treaded this far anymore, and the young bear would be safer in BlizzardClan, at least comparatively to the risks at Bear Island.
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GENERAL:
◦ SWEETOPHELIA ALYSANNE TARGARYEN | ♀
◦ Eurydice Targaryen x Domeric Harbringer | Gen 3
◦ Malaella Targaryen x Lucerys Targaryen | Gen 5
◦ 21 months old spiritually | Reincarnation
◦ Ages real-time | Created July 12th, 2015
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IMPORTANT FACTS:
◦ BlizzardClan Leader [as of Jan. 22, 2017]
◦ Speaks fluent French as a second language
◦ Ex BlizzardClan Vice-Leader & BloodClan 3rd Tier [2015]
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RECENT EVENTS:
◦ Her eldest son, Jaehaerys, was assassinated [4/28]
◦ Her youngest son, Aleksei, was mauled [4/30]
◦ Fought Bill Cipher on tundra island [5/1]
◦ Exiled her apprentice, Germanicus [5/2]
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PHYSICAL:
◦ Domestic Feline [main] | health: 70%
— A tall seal-point Ragdoll cat with pale lilac eyes
— major injuries: long, healing slashes covering her flanks
— minor injuries: n/a
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PERSONALITY:
astute | affectionate | courteous | cynical | disingenuous
feminine | introspective | lively | maternal | passionate
paranoid | proud | ruthless | scornful | vindictive
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RELATIONSHIPS:
◦ Single | ½ of ______
◦ Adopted by Snowwhite Dubois
◦ Mentoring Witchpaw
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POWERS:
◦ conjuration | discovered — mastered
◦ super senses | discovered — mastered
◦ super strength | discovered — unmastered
◦ teleportation | discovered — mastered
◦ elemental powers | discovered — mastered
— fire elemental powers
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INTERACTION:
◦ Attack in BOLD GREY
◦ Mentally difficult | Physically difficult
◦ May Start Fights | Will End Fights | Will Kill -
SPIRIT
my head's above the water
He nodded. "Yes, I am too. Here, it's much safer."
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