[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Fortinbras had visited BlizzardClan recently, evidently seeking to get into Sweetophelia's good graces as he sensed how heavily he was suspected of involvement in Jaehaerys' mysterious assassination. Sweetophelia was stubborn by nature, reluctant to ever forgive or pardon, and she was disinclined to forgetting any offences made against her. Her opinion on her son's successor was still vague and unclear at this point, but Sweetophelia had accepted the return of Jaehaerys' crown. A Lynderly or any other minor houses should never seek to wear the crown of a Targaryen monarch, the house that had originally ruled the united regions of Westeros for several centuries before the rebellions. The BlizzardClan leader was returning to the BlizzardClan camp now, a crown fitted of the masculine style held between her teeth.
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I LOVE COMPETITION — RECEIVING A GIFT
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[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]The scent of Westeros was familiar to Céline, albeit vaguely; as she approached the ragdoll, their prior conversation regarding the kingdoms came back to her in bits and pieces. Frankly, she still marveled at the prospect of it all — seven realms ruled by a single person! Controlling one clan seemed hard enough, though the Targaryens were formidable, from what Sweetophelia had told her; they'd all been leaders or kings or queens at some point, hadn't they? At least, her direct family had, from what she recalled.
"What've you got there?" The question had an obvious answer, and she knew that, but Céline couldn't come up with a better way to initiate a conversation. She hoped it was clear that the crown's origin held her interest rather than anything else. "Is that from those kingdoms you told me about?"
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[center]ALEKSEI
[center][font=georgia]Aleksei had been quietly observing the camp with a half-closed eye, almost napping, when he spotted his mother's familiar figure come from the entrance. There was something in her jaws and as he narrowed his eyes into a squint, he noticed the steel band and the rubies that adorned its sides. He instantly matched the object with the same one that often sat on his half-brother's head. Jaehaerys' crown. The dark creature raised his head and observed the scene, but made no move to intervene or go to Sweetophelia.
[center][font=times new roman]"COME AND MATCH THESE HANDS, BOY"
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Fadingmoon
BlizzardClan Paladin Commander
7 months old
Current body: Domestic feline.
Art done by Sovay
Played by Frostsoul~Fadingmoon had never met Sweet's son that had been murdered. She was not aware that the crown had belonged to him, though it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where it originated from. Padding up toward Sweets, she'd give her a cautious smile and dip her head in greeting. "It's beautiful. Are you going to wear it now? In his memory?"
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Yes Sweetophelia came from a family with power and connections, but of course there had been many members in her family as well and many more that had never grew to be significant than those that actually had. Nevertheless Sweetophelia was proud of her blood. Her mother had been the High Queen of Westeros and her biological father the BloodClan leader once - even her half-sister had been a High Queen and her half-brother a Crown Prince, with her son becoming High King in more recent times. Of course none of that meant much now considering most of her family were long dead and gone. Her loyalties, however, solely belonged to BlizzardClan. She had sour memories of Westeros, given the fact that she had been driven out of her birthplace by the civil war which had seen many of her family killed off and driven from the Iron Throne.
"Fortinbras returned it to me," she answered. Sweetophelia still did not trust the new High King - given Jaehaerys' mysterious assassination. But she was glad that the Lynderly had had the decency to not crown himself with a Targaryen's crown. "It belonged to my son - he was the High King of Westeros before his assassination," she recounted simply, hiding her quiet pain under a sheen of calm. Vaguely noticing Aleksei, she looked to Fadingmoon instead as the Paladin Commander spoke up. Her pale lilac eyes flashed but she had hid the fact that she was insulted by Fadingmoon's question - it had been an innocent question. "No, I won't." It would be wrong; it would feel wrong. "I'm just holding on to it."
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GENERAL:
◦ SWEETOPHELIA ALYSANNE TARGARYEN | ♀
◦ Eurydice Targaryen x Domeric Harbringer | Gen 3
◦ Malaella Targaryen x Lucerys Targaryen | Gen 5
◦ 22 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:
◦ Celebrated Mother's Day with her sons [5/15]
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PHYSICAL:
◦ Domestic Feline [main] | health: 75%
— 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 Celine & 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 -
[center]ALEKSEI
[center][font=georgia]His curiosity was sated by Sweet's answer towards Celine and Fadingmoon. His brother's crown, a pretty piece of work. From what he read about Aegon the Conqueror, the crown appeared to be styled after the first Targaryen king's. There was a small grunt from him as he readjusted himself on his perch and rested his head back down on his forelegs, eyelids drooping lazily again.
[center][font=times new roman]"COME AND MATCH THESE HANDS, BOY"
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[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][font=Georgia]Bo didn't know who they were talking about, but it was more than clear that there was perhaps a somber mood in the air, and he would respect that. "If you did decide to wear it, I'm sure you'd look beautiful." the fox would chime in with a sympathetic smile, hoping he was not bothering them by coming into the conversation. He knew if he still had a keepsake of the person he loved the most, Kevin... he would never let it go. He'd wear it day in and day out. It'd give him a small piece of broken hope that he'd find his way to him one day. Maybe it'd do the same for Sweet? Then again... everyone was different, he supposed. He wanted to make sure she felt reassured that no one would mind if she wore it. [color=hotpink]"If he was your son, I am sure he must have been an incredible guy. I'm terribly sorry for your loss, miss."
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FOXTROT
you made me a beliver !
foxtrot did not really know much about death. they had never experienced the loss of a loved one and it wasn't a topic brought up much between the other trainees. they remembered an old senior rescuer saying that they may run into someone who had already passed on, but the husky never had that issue either. this perspective of course had warped since yesterday.foxtrot felt lost and confused without their trainer to guide them, and these blizzardclanners didn't seem very keen on going near humans for whatever reason. yet whenever they explained what had happened, though vague, they would make a sad expression and change the subject. their emotions were very muddled and mixed up. while relieved to have been saved, the irony of a rescuer being the rescued, they were impatient to be returned. they didn't want to lose hope that their trainer was out there looking for them.
however, it seeked for now they would have to occupy themselves; and the opportunity arosewhen something shiny caught their attention. padding toward sweetophelia, foxtrot would tilt their head when she explained the object she carried. "a son? you don't look old, though." probably not the best thing to say to a grieving mother but foxtrot was clearly ignorant as to how to respond in these situations.
GENERAL ;;
> five months old
> npc x npc
> runaway husky
> previously training to be a search and rescue dog
> clueless
> stubborn
> member of blizzardclan
APPEARANCE ;;
> brown and white husky
> currently wearing an oversized s&r jacket
> wears a big red bandana
> smells like pine trees
EXTRAS ;;
> has the ability to project and manipulate emotions
> wind elementals
> ability of conjuring
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"Thank you," Sweetophelia murmured politely, nodding to Featherboa as the male offered his condolences. Perhaps she would have considered wearing a crown herself in her youth, but BlizzardClan was not Westeros. Her palely shaded eyes shifted over to Foxtrot then, as the young pup spoke up with a question. "I'm twenty-two months old," the BlizzardClan leader corrected him softly, evenly. "Cats can start having children as young as early as five or six months, you know." Well, she supposed he hadn't. "But this isn't my original body - I look younger than my age." But Sweetophelia supposed that her age was relatively small when held up the likes of ancients.
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GENERAL:
◦ SWEETOPHELIA ALYSANNE TARGARYEN | ♀
◦ Eurydice Targaryen x Domeric Harbringer | Gen 3
◦ Malaella Targaryen x Lucerys Targaryen | Gen 5
◦ 22 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:
◦ Celebrated Mother's Day with her sons [5/15]
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PHYSICAL:
◦ Domestic Feline [main] | health: 75%
— 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 Celine & 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 -
Fadingmoon
BlizzardClan Paladin Commander
7 months old
Current body: Domestic feline.
Art done by Sovay
Played by Frostsoul~Fadingmoon did not know that she had offended Sweets. She'd have felt terrible had she known. Instead of knowing though, she continued on completely oblivious. "I'm really sorry about your son, Sweets. It's a beautiful crown. I'm sure he'll be happy that it was returnedt o his family instead of being passed on to the next ruler."