MY FRIENDS AND I, WE GOT A LOT OF PROBLEMS / open, blizzardclan ambassador
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The lither male had also been a little slack as of late. Things had sort of been drawing at his attention for the last couple of days and they'd consumed his attention. Drawing him into his shell. He was still injured of course. The crack on his skull bandaged under Haiiro's gentle care. Padding up to join Jello by the border, Micha flicked his tail in a tired greeting to both animals, "Hello, I can smell lavender and books? I'm assuming you're the ambassador for Blizzardclan? How do they fare?" He asked, taking in the scent of the other male. Yes, definitely Blizzardclan.
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Originally, Haiiro wasn't near the border with any intentions of running into an ambassador, but rather was trailing Micha worriedly. After the creature had taken a tumble down the stairs, he was in no shape to be doing anything too strenuous, and the proxy medic as anxiously following him to ensure that nothing went wrong in the healing process. In all honesty, healing was the only useful thing he had left to offer, even if it had never been his life plan. He didn't want to be another blind medic statistic, and yet here he was, too unstable to do any real fighting. It was frustrating to no end for him to sit back and do nothing, but his super senses were weak from exhaustion and disuse, and his mind was often too clouded to analyze a fight. For now, he was left to feel his way over after Micha and stand by the creature's side. In place of speaking, Haiiro dipped his head politely in greeting, taking note of the calming smell of lavender. It might be crap to Jerseyboy, but he could appreciate its presence.
GENERAL:
▪ Haiiro Break-Kovic-Bonaparte
▪ 14 months | Created August 12th, 2016
▪ Demihomosexual/romantic | Male
▪ Member of The Sanctum | (ShadowClan) Patriot and Sociable titles
PHYSICAL: ref
▪ A strange, scarred hybrid between a dog, dire wolf, fox, cat, and tiger with predominantly white fur with gray legs, ears, and black paws. Has two black piercings across the bridge of his nose. Blind.
─ approximately 3ft (91.44cm) tall and 120lbs (54.43kg)
MENTAL:
▪ dedicated to friends / constantly tired / kind
▪ selfish / one track mind / worrywart
▪ jealous / self-loathing / lonely
▪ non-violent / lacks emotional balance / self-sacrificing▪ emotionally destroyed by the battle between finch and sango, currently in the process of healing
RELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Single | ½ ______
▪ Funhaus x Lirim x Lunae x Juggernautpaw x Derrick x Stormcloud x Septemberfall x Checkpoint x Firtree x Bayonetta
CONFRONTATION:
▪ Technically has all powers, only knows about telepathy, super senses, conjuration, take pain, and teleportation
▪ Attack in bolded black.
▪ Challenging mentally and physically.
▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions. -
MY OATHE TO HERTHE — Freya Ichihara — Sanctum Member — she/her
Freya hasn't been very much helpful lately, but she was planning on bringing her shop here. In all honesty, it was a bit tricky trying to bring her house over without making a mess of things and having to clean it up later. Her shop, however, merely follows her when she needs it for her customers. Afterall, it is a special little store.
The kitsune took the time to come to the border and see some fellow members greeting Jerseyboy. She remembers hom being the ambassador from BlizzardClan. And by the look on his face, he's the type that would forget to come visit once in a while. It wouldn't be a surprise since they weren't very active and most people wouldn't come to check on them. Hopefully in the near future she would have out with that and draw some attention here.
Sitting aside she observes him and decides to wait on his response.
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Jerseyboy looked up, and the first person who greeted him was a... lion-thing. He wasn't even going to question it. There were tons of hybrids these days. He was about to answer her when another Sanctum member came along, basically taking the words right out of his mouth. "Yeah, that's me. It's ya' friendly BlizzardClan pal Jerseyboy, 'ere." The New Jersian said, sliding the gifts towards them. His green gaze swept over the others, nothing out of the ordinary catching his interest.
He turned back to Micah and would answer his question, "We're doin' okay. An asshole sabotaged a party of ours and we're just tryin' ta' clean up his mess. Stupid fuck." He shook his head. Ululare had even killed some of his clanmates with the meteors that he rained down from the skies. God, or whoever ran the fucking system around here, should take his powers away. That way he wouldn't be able to do some dumb shit like that again. "And there's this otha' bastard, Riddlersgame," Jerseyboy paused, seething at the fact that he had to say his name. "Killed one-a' the vice-leaders. Cut my throat and nearly let me bleed ta' death." Jerseyboy would've showed them the scar, but he was in his newer body. "If you see him, skinny-ass glasses-wearin' punk, beat th' shit outta' him. You have my fuckin' blessing." He snorted. With all the vulgar words that he had flung towards them, it was obvious that Riddlersgame was on his hate-list.
Wanting to move on, Jerseyboy would huff and say, "So, what's been goin' on wid' yous?" He had to relay information back to Sweetophelia, so if any of them had news to share, then they had better speak up.
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At first, Haiiro as a little off-put by the vulgarity. It wasn't that he was sheltered, or found it terribly inappropriate, but rather that nobody around here swore very much. Such language brought up memories, both good and bad, of ShadowClan, and the boy was equally terrified and pleased by that fact. ShadowClan was no longer a place he liked to think about, after Sango murdered Finch, but that the cursing reminded him of it was just another thing that set this place apart from his old home. Distance, in his case, was good. Distance was safe.
"That sounds, um, pretty harrowing," he spoke up, unseeing eyes fixed on the ground. "If you guys ever need help with clean up or anything, feel free to ask," he added, pretty sure that was the right thing to offer. Help was almost always a good thing, especially among allies. Hopefully, though, none of the villains that had attacked BlizzardClan would come after them. The Sanctum was far too small to take on anything too difficult. "Nothing much has been going on with us for as long as I've been here. I only moved in a weekor so ago, so that'snot saying much," he responded to Jerseyboy's question, offering a small shrug, Perhaps Micha would be able to answer more solidly.
GENERAL:
▪ Haiiro Break-Kovic-Bonaparte
▪ 14 months | Created August 12th, 2016
▪ Demihomosexual/romantic | Male
▪ Member of The Sanctum | (ShadowClan) Patriot and Sociable titles
PHYSICAL: ref
▪ A strange, scarred hybrid between a dog, dire wolf, fox, cat, and tiger with predominantly white fur with gray legs, ears, and black paws. Has two black piercings across the bridge of his nose. Blind.
─ approximately 3ft (91.44cm) tall and 120lbs (54.43kg)
MENTAL:
▪ dedicated to friends / constantly tired / kind
▪ selfish / one track mind / worrywart
▪ jealous / self-loathing / lonely
▪ non-violent / lacks emotional balance / self-sacrificing▪ emotionally destroyed by the battle between finch and sango, currently in the process of healing
RELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Single | ½ ______
▪ Funhaus x Lirim x Lunae x Juggernautpaw x Derrick x Stormcloud x Septemberfall x Checkpoint x Firtree x Bayonetta
CONFRONTATION:
▪ Technically has all powers, only knows about telepathy, super senses, conjuration, take pain, and teleportation
▪ @ HAIIRO to attack.
▪ Challenging mentally and physically.
▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions. -
▼ JELLOSHOTS| JELLO| CHASE ▼
YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME
The girls eyes went wide and she shivered a bit. "Oh my goodness. If I see him I will surely make sure he remembers his wrongs darling. Would you like a basket of goodies to take home with you?" She offered as she settled back, eyes concerned for the male.
Created by Elfie