Posts by BREAKDANCE

"What could be scarier than my story, hearing Shocktherapy snore in his sleep?" Breakdance would snort with amusement as she made her way over, taking a seat next to Sevrin, offering those already present with a simple nod of her head to acknowledge them. She didn't know why she teased her roommate so much, but it entertained the Saboteur, so she would continue doing it. Listening with careful focus to Kai, nicked auricles perking erect upon a well-shaped cranium, Breakdance would try and imagine the scene in her head. She didn't have a good imagination, but she would try to anyway, simply to get a better grip of the story. Beasts and such were good scare tactics to get children to behave; there was always the classic monster under the bed that would drag them under if they didn't sleep. As a youth, such tales scared her, though now at fourteen years old evidently Breakdance knew there was nothing to fear. "Say, just a quick question, where are you from Kai?"

[not interested, just here to watch lmao]

Breakdance was interested to watch these tryouts play out, simply because there were so many with potential, and it was quite an important rank. They would heal the clan in times of the war, save lives in times of sickness. It was a respectable job, but not one she could manage, since she had never taken an interest in medicine and the such. "Good luck" she would call out to those trying out, taking a seat nearby to bask in the sun and watch.

She would not blame Mercy if she knew that the leader suspected that this was merely a facade. She was aware of the reputation of the Exiles; she was proud that they were feared, for it meant that they were doing something right, yet she was also bothered. It wasn't so much regarding the reputation, actually, but more so the stereotype. Perhaps a year ago, maybe more, Breakdance would understand where the stereotype came from. The Exiles had been imbeciles, pests, and she had despised them to the core when they had been murderous and senseless under the leadership of savages such as Bill Cipher. Yet now, under the leadership of her grandson Barghest, they were different. In a way that Breakdance could not admit out loud, they almost reminded her of ScarClan.

"You make it sound like you've died before. Have you?" the lioness would inquire with evident curiosity, raising a non existent brow. She would not be surprised if the answer was yes, as everyone appeared to have an experience with death these days, she multiple times. She would be surprised if the answer was no, however. Though, she did not expect her question to be answered. Perhaps it was too personal for Mercy to delve into with an enemy.

"I've yet to meet your co-leader" Whether that be on a battlefield, or in an encounter such as this one, so be it.

I would be happy to make it if you'd like! I can have it up in a few minutes

Breakdance was aware of Adara's presence, for she had not forgotten and with the child responding to Mercy, it only served to audibly remind the war weathered lioness that she was still there. Sending children to battle yet chastising the Exiles for capturing them, it almost didn't make sense. It was almost hypocritical, pathetic. But she supposed that's what the clans were these days; hypocrites, too busy attempting to make themselves appear as though they have the moral high ground. They were so desperate to come across as the almighty defenders of peace and justice that Breakdance could imagine them clawing like animals to get to it. They had forgotten their roots and what animals were supposed to do. Compete for survival - essentially, kill.

Fighting shadows with shadows. When a blade impaled into her shoulder blade, something that ached yet would not hinder the felidae in battle thanks to a thick coat of tawny fur and hefty muscle built over the last fourteen years, she would raise her defence. She would not directly attack the child, for she could not stand to have Solarian and Veiler halfwits nagging in her ear about stupid morals that they themselves could not follow. A shadowy barrier, much like a forcefield, would raise itself facing the direction of where the blades were coming from, only to dissolve them in its complete darkness so that they would not continue to impale her. They were only shadows, thus she would be able to deal with the pain, yet it was quite distracting and right now Breakdance wanted to solely place her focus on Angelkisses and her captor.

"Queen, Leader, what's the difference? Aside from the fact that one sounds fancier to give you an ego boost" the former Queen herself would spit back venomously. If Ver was expecting her to bow down and begin using 'Royal Highness' as an address due to a mere fancy label she had given herself then she would be severely disappointed, for Breakdance was going to do the exact opposite. It was interesting to hear the threat of bringing in a kingdom to the battle, for Breakdance could not quite understand why. There were already two clans attacking the Exiles, was a third necessary? Absolutely not. Thus, there was only one other conclusion. She wants to risk the lives of her clanmates if it means bringing them to battle will show off her power; how could one call herself a Queen? Breakdance would ponder to herself.

All thoughts aside, however, she was not interested in exchanging insults and petty sarcasm. She would ignore the next remark to come from Ver, for she really and truly could not care at this very moment in the heat of battle, her only priority being to 'knock the Queen off her high horse' as Breakdance thought, and get back Angelkisses. She took Adara's own advice and, whilst Ver was busy taunting someone else, used the distraction to her advantage. With the force similar to that of a juggernaut, the lioness surged forward using powerful hind legs, curvilinear claws extended with the hopes of digging into the tendons of Ver's wings and inflict some damage. If successful, she would proceed to attempt to pin the Solarian down and wriggle her claws if they had pierced into the wings to cause further pain.

Nicked auricles suddenly stood alert upon a well-shaped cranium at the mention of Amour. Just days before her daughter had killed herself Breakdance had gone to visit her. They spoke briefly, yet lovingly, each having so much to say and discuss. At that moment it felt as though everything had settled into place, for she was content in the company of her eldest. It felt as though it had just been the two of them. Then days later, Breakdance received news of Amour's death, and it continued to tug at her heartstrings. No matter how many times she had experienced death and loss, the news of your child's death would forever linger as a dull ache.

She had not known that this was Amour's child. If she had, she would not have dared approached her, for what would Amour think? Looking down at her from the heavens she belonged, watching her mother capture her daughter? Amour, forgive me. It was almost a shocking revelation to hear, for generally she knew Amour's children. She had not mentioned having a litter. Or perhaps this child was adopted? Either way, they were now family. Volcanic visionaries narrowed into amber slits, the lioness falling silent as she thought.

She didn't care about appearing weak. She was loyal to the Exiles, and if anyone were to doubt that then that was simply their problem. But it would be a problem that could have consequences for Breakdance. Then, she came to a conclusion. Turning to Nyria, Breakdance would say, "We'll try again tomorrow. She's evidently not going to cooperate. Perhaps a night in a cell without food or water will do the job". Yet that was not the exact plan Breakdance had in mind. This child, this blood of hers, was going to be returned.

I. BIO II. HISTORY III. THREADS IV. FAMILY V. ART VI. AESTHETIC VII. AWARDS > MISC

NAME Breakdance Praelium-Harbinger

NICKNAMES Break

MEANING Unknown

BIRTH DATE 31/10/13

SEX Female

GENDER Female

ORIENTATION Straight

AGE 14 years physically and mentally

CURRENT CLAN Currently retired

FORMER CLAN/S ScarClan, Sanguine Ruins, The Exiles

CURRENT RANK N/A

FORMER RANK/S Queen [ScarClan], Third Tier [BloodClan], Saboteur [Exiles], Vice-Leader [The Dominion], Advisor [The Dominion], Event Manager [ScarClan], Knight [ScarClan], Gladiator [ScarClan], Empress [The Dominion]

TITLES Slaver [The Exiles], Tormentor [The Exiles], Marauder [The Exiles], Loyalist [ScarClan], Warmaster [ScarClan], Gladiator [ScarClan], Berserker [ScarClan]

MOTHER TONGUE English

ACCENT Upper-class English

KNOWN LANGUAGES None

VOICE Rough due to scarred vocal chords

APPEARANCE A muscular and stocky lioness with violently orange eyes. Sharp jaw line and nose bridge, broad-shouldered. Her well-built form bears the remnants of formers wars as scars and ripped ears. She is also branded by the Exiles on her chest

OTHER BODIES Kodiak bear, calico

PERSONALITY Politically astute, sharp-tongued, witty, extremely familial and maternal, proud, callous, believes in anti-clan values, loyalist, ambitious, conniving, commanding, ruthless, doesn't care about survival for she is perfectly willing to die and exhaust whatever forces she has if it means she can bring enemies to justice, tactical mindset, conservative in beliefs, will give a lot of tough love, in control of her temper

JUNG PERSONA ENTJ 'The Commander'

ENNEAGRAM 8

FEARS Losing everyone she cares about, being outsmarted

STRENGTHS Capability in battle, tactical mindset

WEAKNESSES Using powers, sometimes her intense loyalty

SKILLS Physical activities such as combat, skilled in politics

FLAWS Her pride, inability to move on from the past

MENTORED BY Jubilate and Kazkan

MENTORED Endlesspaw [training didn't finish], Killua [became RiverClan Deputy], Faustus [became ScarClan deputy]

ENEMIES Noirstar, Photoflash, Jethro

Momma track (^:

THE BEGINNING Breakdance was born on the 31/10/13 in what used to be DarkClan, to Auburnlights and Cropcircles. Her father was an infamous rapist at the time who her mother had fallen victim to, yet Auburnlights had barely played a role in Breakdance's role aside from giving birth to her and naming her. She was born a runt, the smallest of her littermates and the target of their relentless bullying. DarkClan had been a fearsome anti-clan with a solid reputation for starting fights and winning them, thus from the very beginning Breakdance was groomed to adapt an anti-clan mentality that would stay with her for life. However, it wasn't a happy home. With an absent mother who did not care about her and cruel siblings who would torture her when the adults turned their backs, Breakkit departed DarkClan at the mere age of 3 moons and would never return

THE REAL BEGINNING A small kitten of 3 moons, vulnerable and visibly weak, turned up at the border of ScarClan. At this point in history, Tarnishedcoast was King. ScarClan was a prosperous anti-clan under his mighty rule, much like DarkClan - a force to be reckoned with. She was found by a kind tomcat named Sphinx, who would bring her back to camp and vouch for her joining their ranks as a child of ScarClan. Upon her arrival to her new home, Sphinx, the only parental figure she ever had up to this point, unfortunately passed away a few days later. His death hit her hard, for the two had created such a strong bond in such a short amount of time

A WARRIOR IN TRAINING 3 moons passed swiftly, and Breakkit was now Breakpaw and a Gladiator in training. She had settled in nicely, made a best friend, and was placed as the apprentice of the mighty Kazkan, who turned out to be her uncle. He replaced Sphinx as a parental figure, and was someone Breakpaw greatly looked up to. His leadership skills and evident popularity inspired her to be ambitious and to aim high, a quality that would stay for good. She was also made apprentice of Jubilate, another high position of ScarClan who acted as Breakpaw's older sister figure and would later become her adopted sister. The two were inseparable. As a teenager, Breakpaw and her best friend Crimepaw were known as the troublesome duo of ScarClan. They would continuously cause havoc, igniting chaos with every step and partying ludicrously. They even found themselves boyfriends! Life had never been better

CONSEQUENCES OF WAR Late into her apprenticeship, around 11 moons, Breakpaw was captured in the middle of a raid against the Skulls. They were a misogynistic group of misfit males waging war against ScarClan. Breakpaw's captors were cruel to her, unforgiving, forcing themselves upon her. Their cruelty was something she could never be able to forget, and shaped her to leave no room for mercy when it came to her enemies. For now, she knew her lesson. It was kill or be killed. ScarClan eventually rescued her, Kazkan sweeping in to take her away in the heat of their rescue raid, but the Skulls had left their mark. It was from their torture that she had earned her first true scar. Things were not so good at home either. Upon returning home, Breakpaw learnt that her boyfriend Zeles had ended their relationship whilst she was a hostage of the Skulls, whereas Jubilate was missing

CHANGES TO THE SYSTEM Not long after, ScarClan began to undergo changes to their hierarchy. Breakpaw was promoted to the new rank of Event Manager as a House system was introduced. The Houses were: Unicorn, Phoenix, Mermaid and Dragon, which Breakpaw was a part of. At the same time, war broke out TidalClan and the Skulls over the poisoning of the Tribe of Many Storm's lake. Not long after, Breakpaw was made a part of Colossus' (formerly Tarnishedcoast) council where they would discuss reports. It was during this time that she led her first raid

RISE TO POWER Despite the fact that her training was still incomplete, Breakpaw was made deputy of ScarClan under Kazkan. At that time, ScarClan was ruled by four Kings/Queens: Colossus, Knighted, Substitute and Kazkan

TEACHER TEACHER Knowing the importance of education, Breakdance proposed an idea to establish an official Academy, essentially a more efficient way of training apprentices rather than assigning them to a single mentor. The idea was accepted by her seniors, and so ScarClan's first Academy was established with Breakdance as Headmaster

holy shit i have the worst memory grrrrrrrrrrrr stuff happened in between here - catch up later??

transition to the dominion...find thread though suspect it was lost in site transfer

THE FIRST PUNCH Tensions began to rise between the Dominion, formerly ScarClan, and the Insignia, formerly BoneClan. The exact cause of tension is unknown, however there were multiple incidents between members of both sides that led towards a full scale war. The first punch, led by Breakdance, escalated into a multi-clan battle that resulted in the burning of the Insignia's territory. This marked the beginning of what became a tiresome yet relentless feud between two vicious anti-clans

stuff in between, note to myself: find later

THE EMPRESS As the Dominion began to put the plans of an empire in place, Caelus promoted Breakdance to rule with him. Empress and Emperor, close friends and colleagues, it was full steam ahead

transition back to scarclan somewhere here

TRAITORS IN OUR MIDST Dethronedking resumed reign over ScarClan and life was peaceful. But not for long. Breakdance's colleague, a fellow Knight, fell under the spell of a wrathful demon and strived to provoke chaos and havoc within the clan. Diable, going by as Colere, poisoned Dethronedking, taking over ScarClan in what had been an unwelcome takeover with few supporters, bypassing Dodger's rightful claim to the throne as the Grandmaster Knight. Angered, Breakdance and Dodger, brother and sister, began an uprising. ScarClan was at the brink of a civil war. Suddenly, Breakdance was captured by Colere and beheaded in front of the clan in an effort to scare them into submission. This only angered the loyalists of ScarClan, fuelling their strength and support, and the effort led by Dodger overthrew the imposter

THE QUEEN With Diable returned to normal and victory going to the loyalists, he stepped down as the imposter leader and promoted Breakdance in his place. Changes were quick to come to ScarClan, announced in Breakdance's first meeting. She believed that it was time to let go of the past, rebrand ScarClan, build them up from a new foundation. With Dodger as her second-in-command, as close as ever, the duo began to reform their home. Rank changes and traditions were introduced, promotions and demotions, new allegiances and new enemies

That was indeed not what she had been expecting. Truth be told, Breakdance had been expecting something such as Shocktherapy continuously asking Angelkisses to be his girlfriend to a point where eventually she gave in and said 'yes' only to shut him up. Yet apparently he was a knight in shining armour, an image that would make the lioness snort with amusement, volcanic visionaries glancing towards Shocktherapy as he emitted a ridiculous noise. "If he misbehaves, let me know. My tactic was simply to scare my boyfriends so that they wouldn't dare disrespect me" During her youth, especially her teenage years as an apprentice, Breakdance had enjoyed the company of a few flings - unfortunately they had all been selfish assholes or they irritated her. Thus when she grew up and entered more serious relationships, Breakdance decided that it was time she would wear the trousers and take control. Now she was in a happy marriage with a husband who would not even think about leaving her at the altar like her previous fiancé had done.

Her nicked auricles perked once again with Roseus spoke, offering the Praelium matriarch an intriguing question. "If I had to, yes. If I'm loyal to my clan then I won't reject my duties and responsibilities" Preferably not, however. Leadership definitely reaped many rewards but it was stressful; stress was not something she was fond of. It gave her headaches. Nevertheless she would put her clan before her, so if she was chosen to step up as leader, then she would. She could not let them down, nor would she run from responsibility.

Breakdance's attention was once again returned to Shocktherapy as he would speak about his favourite food. Fish. She would take a mental note of that. Wasn't it rather odd for a canine to favour fish, though? "Why fish?" she scoffed in curiosity, raising a non existent brow at the remark.

Mulder's question, on the other hand, did not surprise her. Since their admittedly weird conversation regarding aliens she figured that he was more philosophical than he made out to be. There was a big brain in there, she would think to herself, a big brain with lots of questions thirsting to be answered and plentiful of ideas. It was a question that required a lot of thought, an exceptionally good question from an exceptionally smart fox. "Hm," she began, lifting a curvilinear claw to scratch the tuft of fur just below her right ear. "I'm not so sure, to be honest. If fate exists then fate isn't kind, not to me, at least. I'd like to say no in that case, I don't believe in fate. I think that you and I are talking to one another at this very moment simply because we were lucky with decisions we made by ourselves, through free will and conscious thought. What do you think, Mulder?" She would guess that he did believe in fate, for he seemed like the sort.

At his compliment, she cracked a toothy grin. It was amusing, sweet nonetheless. "Again, I got lucky with ageing. I got lucky with meeting you too"

"Good morning. What are you up to?" yawned the calico as she marched over with heavy steps, a certain aura of curiosity radiating from the wide grin now plastering his scarred facial features. Her volcanic visionaries fell on the wooden carving, narrowing into slits of orange as they studied the creation with careful observation. Arts and crafts. Breakdance was never the creative type, her reason being the fact that she was quite clumsy with delicate things - there was a high chance she would end up dropping her creation, or smashing it, maybe even stepping on it. Either way, Breakdance broke stuff.

It was then that she realised the two had not met yet. Perhaps crossed paths, but formally exchanging names, she thought not. Her memory wasn't as good as it used to be but she was capable of remembering names at the very least. He appeared to be rather old - a relief, for the Saboteur was old herself too - was he a born Exiler? Where was he from? "I don't believe we've met before. My name is Breakdance, though do feel free to simply address me as Break"

Dolls, admittedly, scared her. Only slightly, but they scared the former ScarClanner nonetheless. There was something about their stare, the fact that they never blink nor shake their gaze from you, that struck Breakdance with a sentiment of discomfort. It was rather amusing now that she thought of it; death did not scare her, dolls did.

Regardless of her irrational dislike towards dolls, the heavily scarred calico did not hesitate to make her way over upon catching sight of the child beckoning those to come forth. With a gentle smile plastering colourful facial features, volcanic visionaries vibrantly illuminated with a certain glow of warmth towards the youth, Breakdance would come to a halt next to Tinypaw. "I think the little darling is going to put on a show for us"

Some would say that any technology sufficiently advanced looked like magic, and that was the clue to the art of magic; it's also a science, a technology. It can be used for the betterment of nature's existence, to promote evolution, or to bring devastation upon all. Those who practice the dark arts use it for power and control, for abuse and for the pleasure they feel in causing pain and death. It is often combined with fear and sometimes drugs. It works because of the way the brain is wired with words and images. Magic could be used to make a person forget experiences, to not see what is right in front of them and to control behaviour. With words one can be paralysed or have their body controlled, yet it is possible to fight your way out of it, to resist the "spell". Magic could be a science and an art, for it uses the entire brain.

Nevertheless, the supernatural irked Breakdance, even though the supernatural already plagued their world in the form of demons, animals possessing powers, the list went on. She simply never had a good experience with magic, powers, the whole lot. It certainly was a masterpiece, but for some reason, it had a personal vendetta against her. There was someone she knew however, someone intriguing, who appeared to be the exact opposite with a belief in aliens. She intended to find out why. "Mulder?" the elderly calico would call out fondly, a gentle smile - a rarity - lacing war mutilated facial features. "What d'you say we go looking for those aliens of yours?" They had nothing better to do, anyway, at least she thought so.

mulder Sorry for the wait!! 0:

HEATHENS [P]

that should be quite easy, he's inherited the thot gene from his family 0:

Grandmother!

By the seven hells, how she despised hearing that - it made her feel old, rightfully so. Yet at the same time the address warmed her chest with a glowing pride. She had family, she was surrounded by them. It felt like home, like ScarClan. "Come and join us!" Breakdance purred in response to her, what was it, great-grandson? She would just call him grandson, for it was much easier and shorter to say and made her feel less disconnected and distant, closing what was a wide age gap. Volcanic visionaries scanning those already gathered, Ira and Sevrin if he wanted to join in too, powerful jowls parted to say "We can play...Air Ball, know how? Maybe add a twist to it too"

Breakdance found it rather laughable that, for a clan that would chastise the Exiles for capturing others, they had done the exact same - someone who had cried out for mercy and was visibly vulnerable, incapable of defending themselves, nonetheless. She nodded in agreement with Shocktherapy upon arriving, coloured paws silently tapping against the floor before the scarred femme came to a halt to listen.

Breakdance figured that she ought to take a task, as there was nothing better to do. The scarred calico prowled over in that case, offering those gathered a nod of acknowledgement before turning to Mulder. "Alright Mulberry, I'll take a task too, thanks"

/I'll take a prompt too please (^:

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