STILL BREATHING && open; meet & greet

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    MONSTER, HOW CAN I FEEL? — cherry — knights of eden — he/him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The clan seemed to be small, but Cherryblod wasn't really complaining. He'd yet to find a big negative about the place (minus the demon issue), and no one seemed too uptight from the little he'd already seen. He assumed he hadn't seen everything or everyone yet so he still had plenty of time to judge what he was getting himself into. "Meet and greet over here!" The blind serval called from the main hallway, ears twitching casually. Sure it was a typical and almost lame way of meeting others, but it'd do for now.

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    BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS ✧ koe — sovereign — tags


    Small was an understatement. Eden was scrambling to hold itself together, and their group was a tight knit little cluster, but they were just that -- little. BloodClan could fucking ruin them in about a day if they decided to come down on them again, but it seemed like Jackass had forgotten about Bast. Thank fuck for that: he had too much to deal with, trying to actually lead this place and not get everyone killed at the same time. Fucking Dahlia. Fucking traitor just had to fucking abandoned them, fuck them over like this.


    He could feel the simmering rage shifting in his gut, could feel his mood souring -- and could feel the plague worsening it all, dragging him down into his usual short temper. Bast grit his teeth and struggled to keep himself contained as he approached the newer member, offering a vague, "Uh, yo. I'm still Bast."


    Gordon didn't mind how small the Knights of Eden was, she liked it, in fact. "H-hi." Gordon squeaked as she crawled over, her NPC guard following her. "I'm-I'm Gordon Cipher."
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    (c) advo

    [spoiler=INFO & LINKS-UPDATED 4/26][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0px; width:375px; font-size:7.5pt]
    GENERAL:
    gordon praelium-cipher (goes by gordon cipher)| female (she/her) | juror [HP] specializing in diplomacy of the knights of eden; former shadehunter specializing in rescue [hp] of (non-traditional) shadowclan| physically and mentally 1 year
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] light gold abyssinian
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    scar going from the bottom of her stomach to her side (from bill)
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    post-traumatic stress disorder
    anxiety disorder
    panic disorder
    PERSONALITY:
    nervous, easily scared, persistent about her beliefs, clingy, compassionate, thoughtful
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on frisk; panromantic, asexual
    CONFRONTATION
    physically easy, mentally easy
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER:
    please message me if you don't want gordon to interrupt your capture/torture!!
    played by maple
    tag: #gordoncipherkoe
    finnishwars praelium xx bill cipher (gen 8 )
    all powers (doesn't use them often)
    character bond with frisk and billiam
    tv tropes/bio
    in-depths tags