[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Here was the private meeting she had promised for the high position team. Sweetophelia was seated alone in her hut - the one she used professionally, not the one she lived in with Aleksei and Mieczyslaw. Her high positions should have expected this after her comment in the meeting and she had also sent out word by way of a messenger.
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CHAIN-SMOKE CIGARS — S/HP MEETING
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[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 480px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;][font=georgia]He arrived rather swiftly to this meeting which was a slight shock to himself. Mieczyslaw had been taking it slow for Aleksei's sake and stuck to his twin's pace and their blindside but it seemed they were the first ones to arrive. Maybe the others were finishing up a few conversations? That wasn't a 'problem' he had, or maybe it's just because he was too much of a try hard? Probably the latter. Anyway, upon arrival, the kitsune would take this chance to offer his mother an affectionate nuzzle and grin before the others arrived and he had to be professional. With that done, Mie seatted himself, sandwiching his brother between himself and their mother. Gotta keep the one eyed kid safe.
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[align=left]GENERAL:
▪ Mieczyslaw Targaryen | Mie | ♂
▪ Vice-Leader of Blizzardclan
▪ Demiromantic | Not Sexual
▪ 8 Moons | Creation; Jan 22nd 2017
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RELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Single | X | X
▪ ½ of Nothing
▪ Sweetophelia x Riddlersgame | Gen 6
▪ Brother; Aleksei
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IMPORTANT FACTS:
▪ Gets nosebleeds/headaches from stress
▪ Has three grey fox fires circling him
▪ Always breathes out harmless grey smoke
▪ Detailed Tags
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PHYSICAL:
▪ DOMESTIC CAT [birth]
— Flame point ragdoll with pale amber eyes, fluffy and pudgy.
▪ KITSUNE [main]
— Matte Black fur and currently has two tails.
Pale Amber eyes but turn Red when using powers.
Wolf-like and has a waifish form. Three grey fox fires circle him.
Breathes out harmless grey smoke, always surrounded by some.
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PERSONALITY:
— Hypercritical, Ambitious, Self-conscious, Resilient, Realistic, Devious
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INTERACTION:
▪ Attack in bold #bea1d6
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[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 440px;][align=justify] Yuki-Onna was the next one to arriving, nodding her head in greeting to Sweetophelia and Mie. Being summoned almost right after the meeting got her movin rather quickly to see what the leader wanted to discuss. The white feline took a moment to find a seat and sits down, waiting for the others to arrive.
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The girl trailed after Yuki-onna, keeping her head down as she wandered over. Imperia did not fancy these kinds of things, as the responsibility and expectations tended to overwhelm her fragile heart. Alas, she was a duty-bound creature and would not ignore her duties no matter how uncomfortable she became. Hopefully this would be over soon.
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[font=georgia]Aleksei trailed after his brother like a shadow, his eye narrowing slightly as he noted that there were others approaching after them. He tilted his head slightly, spotting Yuki-Onna and Imperia over his shoulder. The paladin noted their positions before he turned his attention forward again, settling down next to his brother. Admittedly, he was a little bit irritated that Mieczyslaw was dictating where he was sitting, especially now that he was more or less back to his normal self. There was a small snort of distaste from him, but he made no other complaint as he sat down, waiting for the meeting to begin.
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Witchpaw rushed forward with a mad desire. This was his first high position meeting, actually! Well, if you didn't count the Five Fangs gathering or Nathianel's paladin meeting. He smiled. "Hi, Miss Sweet!" He was trying to hide the fact that there was an evil spirit inside of him, talking to him.
So you're a Paladin here. Good for ya, kiddo. Anyways, that's the leader, right? I don't know anyone here. Geez, was I dead for this long? Henri thought, and Witchpaw shook his head. He'd look like he was having an argument with himself in his head, so he didn't think back. -
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[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]There had been quite a few high position meetings after Sweetophelia stepped up to leader, but since then there had only been one or two. Pierce didn't mind, but he had always thought they were fun - it made him feel... useful? He wasn't sure if that was the right word, but he definitely liked these private meetings, as long as they weren't discussing anything bad. He was next to appear, too, and glanced around. The tom briefly wondered if all the high positions would be able to fit in here - how many of them were there, again? Quite a few, he knew. Taking a seat beside Nathaniel, he offered the others a bright smile, though didn't say anything - Sweet would probably speak up soon.
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':
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[fancypost=width:50%; text-align:justify; font-size:9; font-family:georgia;]Amidst all the chaos as of late, Lottie was later than she might have prefered to the meeting, but nevertheless, she was present. Offering Sweets a warm smile, she would sit carefully amongst the group, minding her injured shoulder as she idly scanned the group of faces for any of her other medics. Neither of them appeared to have showed yet, which Lottie dismissed with a small sigh as she nodded politely to everyone else gathered instead.
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do you want to go first
'cause i'm happy to wait — tagsJacob still thought he was in trouble because he'd been mentioned at the meeting. Thankfully, someone had found him and led him to the meeting. After everything that had happened, he had just been laying outside of Imperia's home anyway. So, the small pup waddled in and sat down, distancing himself from nearly everyone in the room. It seemed like most people didn't want him around lately so maybe it was just better he didn't sit by anyone. [fancypost=background:#c0e4ff;height:1px;padding:0;width:450px;]
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❝ RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN ❞
His first high position meeting, well, Harrison wasn't nessecarily a high position but... he wasn't quite a regular member either. Just a man who was acknowledged for activity and such - no big deal. Still, he was obligated to gather so here he was, walking on before coming to a halt next to Jacob.
❝ BUT YOU CAN'T RUN RUN FROM THE LORD'S WICKED HAND ❞
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Though she was usually brisk with meetings and the like, Luna showed up slightly late to this one, gold eyes shifting about the already gathered group before letting out a faint sigh; both because the gathered crowd caused her to tense and she didn't see Loveletter among them either. The Paladin had been adamant that Loveletter gave herself time for her to heal after her fall, and now that it seemed she actually was, Luna was uneasy. It was weird not having her around, to say the least; it also meant that she had no clue who to sit by.
Eventually, she decided on sitting near Nathaniel, who she liked well enough before turning toward Sweetophelia. "Sorry if I'm late," she apologizes flatly, though she's sure she's not the last to show.
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Frank was there next, half surprised he wasn't terribly late. He said nothing, only took a seat next to no one in particular, watching dully.
GENERAL
dr. frank n. furter // npc x npc // trans male // he/him pronouns // 25 months physically // unknown age mentally/spiritually // blizzardclan // paladin trainee // exiles // member // alien // pretty, sleek chocolate and white domestic cat // red eyes // hyper-pansexual aromantic
PERSONALITY
hypersexual // flirtatious // flamboyant // posh // egocentric // sultry // passionate // exaggerated
POWERS
none
INTERACTION
difficult physically // medium mentally // attack in bold #f44289 // okay to powerplay peaceful, nonviolent, or healing actions unless otherwise stated
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[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:550px]Benjamin was moving in next, his own tired eyes flickering across the faces of BlizzardClan's other high-positions. He'd been working on organizing groups of bitter, but vibrantly green herbs when the messenger had reached him. The fur upon his paws was stained a bit more green — and whole coat was blanketed in a lighter, earthy scent. It'd be obvious to those around him that he'd spent most of his day within the Medic's Den. It'd been almost too busy in there as of late, but things appeared to be calming — to an extent. It'd taken his light colored eyes some time to fully adjust to the darker room, but eventually each of their faces would become clear, the details of their facial features outlined. There was a quick shake of his head before the skinnier wolf instinctively began to walk forth towards Iselotta. One by one, he was passing the gathered. Momentarily, the lupine was staring over Aleksei and his brother. His eye it was... unfortunate. With a toothpick stuck within his teeth, the medic was finally taking a seat besides his co-worker — passing her a gentle nod as his gaze finally shifted to Sweetophelia.
GENERAL INFORMATION:
★ Benjamin Roe | Ben, Benjamin, Doc.
★ 14 moons | ages real-time.
★ Male | Bisexual & Taken.
★ BlizzardClan Medic.
★ Former general surgeon of DarkClan (head medic).
FACTS YOU SHOULD KNOW:
★ Was taught from a young age the art of medicine.
★ Benjamin is Cajun, so he carries a French-Louisianan accent.
★ He can also spreak French, though it is accented.
★ Carries too much guilt, smokes a lot.
★ Good at hiding his true feelings.
APPEARANCE INFORMATION:
★ Lanky and pretty skinny timberwolf.
★ Dark chocolate colored w/ pale blue eyes.
— He always tends to have a cigarette within his mouth.
— He's young, but he always seems to have a mature expression.
— Almost always carries a medic satchel around his side (it's worn).
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW:
★ Tired, loyal, the mom-friend, stubborn, mostly-collected, protective of those he cares about, mature, he really has a hard time giving up on things, has strong morals, stiff, has seen some shit, actually a softie underneath all his cursing, and smoking.
INTERACTION INFORMATION:
★ Attack in bolded white.
★ No capture/maim/kill.
★ Ask permission before heavily injuring.
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IT'S HARD TO TAKE — gingerbread — blizzardclan — he/him — tags
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vang was a touch late unfortunately, but sweet hadn't yet spoken up about the issues she was sure the meeting was gathered for. in that case, she felt she arrived on time, and not late. those who were already there before were early. indeed, his is how vang saw things around her. and in her eyes, she was always right about how things were. "yo'." she said, drifting near by jacob and jersey, mostly because the two males were somewhere meddling in between of "cute" and "adorable" in her heart.
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Soon Mieczyslaw, Yuki-Onna, Imperia, Aleksei, Jerseyboy, Witchpaw, Nathaniel, Pierce, Iselotta, Jacob, Harrison, Luna, Frank, Benjamin, Gingerbread, and Vang were all in attendance. This left Fadingmoon, Eggpaw, Loveletter, and 2D unaccounted for. All in all it wasn't a terrible turnout. "So, let's begin - the others will arrive in their own time," the BlizzardClan leader began speaking, her dark ears flicking in a quick, silent greeting to those that had offered them. "The End Game - what do you know of them so far?" Sweetophelia had her own source - her eldest living son, Lucerys, was one of the top five Lieutenants; however even the Lieutenants didn't know the full extent of Uluare's designs.
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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
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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]Imperia shrugged. What did she know about End Game? Well, no more than the next guy. "Not much," admitted Imperia sheepishly. She wished she could be of more help.
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