<p><woltlab-metacode data-name="center" data-attributes=""><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJib3JkZXItd2lkdGg6MCU7IHdpZHRoOiA0NTAlOyB0ZXh0LWFsaWduOiBqdXN0aWZ5OyBmb250LXNpemU6IDhwdDsgbGluZS1oZWlnaHQ6IDEyNSUiXQ=="><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;">I CAN BE THE SUBJECT OF YOUR DREAMS — caspian— he/him— <a href="caspian%20pendragon%20lester%20vargas%20starke%20%7C%2018%20months%20%7C%20white%20feline%20with%20one%20red%20eye%20+%20one%20blue%20+%20three%20legs%20%7C%20british%20accent%20%7C%20reincarnation%20of%20comicbook%20%7C%20phil%20x%20destroya%20%7C%20demon%20%7C%20adopted%20son%20of%20cainsmark%20%7C%20former%20relationship%20with%20raijuu/winterchild%20lucien%20%7C%20formerly%20known%20as%20nicodemus%20%7C%20past%20riverclan%20doctor">tags</a></span></span></woltlab-metacode></woltlab-metacode><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJib3JkZXItd2lkdGg6MCU7IHdpZHRoOiA0NTAlOyB0ZXh0LWFsaWduOiBqdXN0aWZ5OyBmb250LXNpemU6IDhwdDsgbGluZS1oZWlnaHQ6IDEyNSU7Il0="> he was back in his original body...and he absolutely loathed it. the male missed being a king cheetah, he missed being bigger than most domestic felines and now he was the opposite. he was back to being a slightly small than average plain white domestic with three legs and the only thing cool going for him were his multicolored eyes and his abundance of scars that clearly showed he held an interesting life. limping with unexpected grace, caspian narrowed his eyes at the terrain before him and shook his head, why had he chosen one of the most difficult territories to join. floating camps, giant mountains who was he kidding. perhaps when he was a bit younger - or in his old body he would come without a complaint, however these days it was easy for caspian to find something to complain about. the 18 month old feline was about as grumpy as an eighty year old man. how many places had he visited? nearly every existing clan, how many had he lived in? only four. or was it three? his memory was foggy these days.
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<p><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJib3JkZXItd2lkdGg6MCU7IHdpZHRoOiA0NTAlOyB0ZXh0LWFsaWduOiBqdXN0aWZ5OyBmb250LXNpemU6IDhwdDsgbGluZS1oZWlnaHQ6IDEyNSU7Il0=">leaving behind a good job, a good relationship and good friends caspian had found his way to blizzardclan -- he had visited before on official business but never like this, never to join. <strong><span style="color:#FFFFFF;">"hello."</span></strong> he stated in a sort of monotone voice his accent still prevalent.</woltlab-metacode></p>
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[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 440px;][align=justify] "Greetings," Yuki-Onna spoke to the feline, approaching the feline with the same colored pelt she had. "My name is Yuki-Onna. Can I do something for you?" she asked him politely.
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OOC:Character: Lambda/Crynid "Cry"
IC: The fox approached the feline without hesitation, as they were certain a feline with only three legs couldn't
possibly be a threat. As per usual, the feline pretended to act friendly when she approached the new comer.
"Hey there! Mind If I ask why you're here?" The fox asked warmly.
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General:
- Name: Crynid "Cry"
- True Name: Lambda (Recently Discovered)
- Gender: MtF Trans
- Insane, Sadistic, yet appears friendly
- Blizzardclan Warrior, Riverclan Warrior
- Hiding a Dark Secret
- Regularly talks to her hallucinations
- Age: 18 moons
- Secret ties to End Game
Appearance:
- Large Arctic Fox
- Eyes: Ice Blue
- A Large, all-white fox with very soft and fluffy fur.
= "Mutations":
- Vampirism
- Prehensile Tail
Injuries:
- None Right Now
Powers/Abilities:
- Ice Manipulation
== Applications:
- Freezing Water
- Ice Constructs
[color=#DDA0DD]- Prehensile Tail
== Useful for combat.
[color=#DDA0DD]- Blood Manipulation
== Weaponize her blood (not yet mastered)
== Healing (Not yet mastered)
[color=#DDA0DD]-Seeing Spirits
== Undiscovered
Combat/Chat:
- Powerful Physically and Mentally
- Regularly uses a bloodstained butterfly knife (using her prehensile tail.)
- Bold is used for talking
- Italics are used thinking
- Blue is for when I'm using powers
- Use Green if you need my attention
- Used Red to attack me
- Orange is used when a hallucination is talking to Cry.
- Ask for severe injury/kill/capture -
Pierce arrived next, smiling brightly down at Caspian. The sight of the three-legged tom momentarily reminded him of Eren, an old friend and a former crush of his. Eren, however, now had four legs - he kind of disappeared and then showed up again with four. It was weird, but also relieving. The vice-leader couldn't imagine what it was like to get around without all four legs. Then again, some animals walked on just two - some apes, humans, and other humanoid creatures. What about that guy obsessed with silence at the border? He had walked on two as well. "Ah, hi!" he greeted the stranger. "I'm Pierce. This is Blizzardclan, by the way!" In case he didn't know, which was highly likely.
GENERAL
||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Twelve months
||Vice-leader
||Single
||Beatles fan
||Hopeless romantic
||Created 11-24-16
||Ages at roleplayer's discretionRECENT EVENTS
||Turned one year old (5/13)
||Led a raid against TRoT (5/06)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
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||Single
||½ of nothing c':
||Best friends with Riddlersgame -
I CAN BE THE SUBJECT OF YOUR DREAMS — caspian— he/him— tagscaspian made eye contact with yuki-onna and nodded his head in greeting, a neutral expression on his face. His ears swiveled as he heard others approach, no doubt to ask him what the hell he was doing on their territory. Well. perhaps not in that exact manner. But... Same thing.
Cas looked too the fox and died his head he hasn't seen a fox in a while the last one he had seen in River clan was an absolute ass. but he wasn't going to assume this one was. although if he could hear her thoughts then he might be slightly offended, him not dangerous? Cas thought he could be pretty scary at times although that was just him. Honestly he might just appear as a three legged white fluff ball.
Joining. If that's alright with you. And I'm caspian.He spoke as his eyes flickered to pierce, he nearly rolled his eyes but he just realized that the vice leader was trying to help and so he half smiled. -
ANDI MACK — BLIZZARDCLAN PALADIN TRAINEE — SHIBA INU — 6 MONTHSA cat with only three legs. It wasn't a common occurrence, or at least one that Andi hadn't seen often yet, which was weird considering how much the clans seemed to engage in combat. Andi had only been here for about a month, and it didn't take long to see someone, an actual clanmate of hers, die. This world was dangerous, but it was the one which she lived in now, and she was beginning to accept it. Of course the dog felt protected being in BlizzardClan though. She knew that there wasn't much to worry about, not when her clanmates were all looking out for her. She was so grateful for them, and to see the clan growing continuously was always a good sign. Shifting over to meet the newest joiner, the small paladin trainee offered Caspian a nod of greeting, hoping that he'd enjoy it here once he got settled in. "Welcome to BlizzardClan, then. I'm Andi."
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A joiner? That was great! Pierce wasn't particularly surprised - usually when there was a stranger at the border that was what they were doing, but one could never be sure. Sometimes people were just visiting, or lost, but all were fine with him - it was always exciting to meet new people. "Caspian!" he echoed brightly. "Of course you can join!" he then assured, nodding along with Andi's words. "Let me know if you need anything, okay? I'd love to help you out if you need it!"
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i dont wanna hurt your heart, my dear but if i've gotta cut you, oh i will— tags
caspian hadan't lost his leg in combat - oh no, combat wasn't his forte, he had been tortured, his leg torn off by a bloodclanner in the midst of a torture event. it was a long time ago, and he had come to terms with it. cas used to have a robotic leg to compensate however over time the thing had rusted over and became unsable, which was why he had thrown it out. cas nodded back to andi, lovely to meet you. he spoke to her in the same monotone british accented voice he carried. turning his attention back to the serval he blinked at the enthusiasm he carried, it was surprising. er, thank you for the offer pierce i'm sure i'll take you up on it sooner or later if i can't find to get around without getting lost. he mused aloud. it seemed like it would take him a while to memorize where to go.
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A new member. Usually that in itself was enough to attract Sweetophelia's curiosity but what kept it now was in Caspian's very image - a missing limb, bi-coloured eyes, and a body riddled with scars. Approaching softly, Sweetophelia settled into a seat beside her young vice-leader, her pale lilac eyes fixed on the new BlizzardClanner. "I'm Sweetophelia Targaryen," the BlizzardClan leader spoke up, smiling slightly. "I'd be more than happy to help if you have any questions too."