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Name Quickkit, Quickpaw, Quicksilver
middle name: Django
surnames: Maximoff Praelium Praevado Simul-Stamus
Nicknames Quickster, Speedy, Sonic, Quick
Name Origins
--quicksilver (n.)
the liquid metal mercury
- used in similes and metaphors to describe something that moves or changes very quickly, or that is incredibly difficult to contain.

--Mercury (n.), symbol: Hg
also known as quicksilver
- the chemical element of atomic number eighty, a heavy silvery-white metal that is liquid at room temperatures.

Quicksilver is named for Mercury, a metal of the same silver-tinted white hue that graces his very fur. The name, however, suits his sporadic nature; he is wild, quick-witted, and always moving at speeds practically unmatchable. With a short, burning fuse for an attention span, the uncontainable force of nature that is Quicksilver was named impeccably spot-on.

Voice Evan Peters as "Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver"
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Current Physical Age Four months
Current Mental Age: Four months
Maturity Level: (leaning toward a mentality of an older kitten - what is expected of his age, if not a tad more)
Gender Male
Gender Identity: Male
Sexual Attraction Demisexual
Romantic Attraction: Demiromantic
Rank Member (ScarClan)
Past Ranks Member (The Rift), Thane (The Rift)
Alliance ScarClan, The Rift
Religious Beliefs Participates in Jewish holidays, though considers himself an Atheist

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current statuses are updated thoroughly and often throughout the character's development.
- (update at 12:28 p.m., June 27, 2016)

physical strength
three out of ten
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- Being young and inexperienced in combat and training, he is low on body mass and weak physically, while remaining average for his species and age, if not a little under what is expected of him; he is built with a runner's physique, not as a body-builder.

mental strength
five out of ten
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- Youthul innocence means for little corruption in one's mind, but is also of a disadvantage. He has no idea how to block people from entering his head, and while he is used to communication through his own thoughts, he can be easily intercepted mentally and, thusly, manipulated. In this region, he isn't weak, though nor is he strong.

speed
up to seven out of ten
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- Recently, super speed has manifested as one of his mutational abilities, giving him an extrodinary speed boost. Regularly, he would be at a five out of ten, but with this power he is able to exceed. Although, he cannot control this ability, meaning that his speed fluctuates, and had not reached any sort of zenith in speed due to inexperience and young age.

relflexes
four out of ten
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- His refelxes are a reflection on not only how quickly he reacts to things, but what he will react to. He has a very short attention span and distractable nature, meaning that he may whip his head around and look at anything that makes noises, or he may ignore them entirely if he is occupied with something more interesting. It all depends on various factors.

Overall physical health?
About: 86%
- there is still a soreness to his injured paw, though he had gained back all of his weight and is again able to eat without problem. Some improvement involving his leg, and sleeping schedule certainly needs work. With his new super speed, it is increasingly difficult for him to sit still and pay attention, and it also wrecks his ability to sleep even further. With each night, he finds it harder and harder to fall asleep.

Overall mental health?
About: 93%
- his mental health is effected by the occasional nightmare of his past hardships, but there is nothing necessarily concerning regarding him otherwise.

recent news:
After leaving the Rift following the particular event of him being lost for weeks, alone and starving, and then a prompt recovery that lasted almost twice as long, Quickkit experienced a power malfunction with his newfound super-speed; he ran all the way to ScarClan, where he tripped and was finally able to cease sprinting. There, after contemplating, he decided that since most he truly cared for had either disappeared from or left the beachside abode, that he would do the same. That lead to him joining ScarClan, where he is now a member.

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basic appearance Quicksilver is a creature considered handsome by most. His features are not marred by any blemishes nor scars, and his angular visage is softened by pleasant expressions in a way figured as attractive. He has strong shoulders, and somewhat long, strong legs to carry his frame. There isn't much in terms of muscle there - he is almost lanky and certainly lean. His not-entirely-short pelt coveres the lithe domestic feline, whispy and curled ever so slightly at the ends. It is white, a pure snow shade, disrupted only by the tabby pattern of the light, silvery stripes blanketing his otherwise spotless fur. Through bright, expressive brown and blue-swirled eyes and a light smile, the speed demon is, as once it was put, "a true product of Praelium good looks."

fur color: white with silvery tabby markings
fur length: fairly short, certainly not lengthy enough to be considered long.
fur density: very thick
fur texture: smooth, but a tad straw-like due to being subjected to high winds often
eye color: mostly a deep chocolate brown, edged lightly with a thin layer of Amber; toward the bottom of his irises, an ombré effect takes place, and the darker hue fades into a light, azure blue.
eye shape: round, vaguely resembling an almond shape otherwise
physique: light, somewhat willowy, but lithe and lean-muscled; a runner's physique
muscle mass: he doesn't have much muscle mass, though due to his athletic nature and frequent running, some level of strength has to bestow upon him
height: his legs are somewhat long, but he isn't someone of superior height; his stature is average

detailed appearance Standing upon sturdy legs trained strong by hours of intense running and exercise, his frame is carried speedily by thunderous steps of his paws. All fluff between the toes that he may have previously had has been stripped away by the rigorous running that he participated in, leaving his feet covered by dry, usually dirt and dust covered fur; not that he particularly minds. His legs are thin, like the rest of him, during childhood, but as he ages and his athleticism makes him more capable, his legs become increasingly stronger as to more easily carry him across the ground.
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He watched as her face lit up, her eyes containing a sea of stars, hopefulness and amazement swaddling her like a blanket, and then he watched as it was all dampened by something akin to doubt. He wasn't sure, so he speaks up quickly, as if afraid she'll give up on that hope. "of course! anyone's welcome here! It's an auto-acceptance policy here, so if you'd like to join us," Quickkit smiles, "We'd be happy to have you." and that's a fact. The kitten couldn't imagine a life scavenging. Vaugely, when he used to dream, he would have faint memories of something that he liked to call a "past life," in which he scavanged and bartered for goods, for survival. Those kinds of dreams left his throat dry when he woke up, his bones tired with age that he did not have, and a tightness behind his eyes. He certainly did not wish the reality of what his mind conjured up at night to be life for Rey; the trading, the hunger, the lonliness. There were better things like that.

"If you want to join, that is." tentatively he adds, shifting his attention at some grains of sand that he toys with using his soft, silvery paw. "I, uh, asked where you came from, I think? I don't know if you have somewhere to get back to, after all." his ears flick atop his head, and with an inaudible exhale he's peering toward Rey. "But you could stay here for at least a little bit!" enthusiasm drips through his words. He needs to sell this thing. The hesitance that seems to plague the serval is concerning, but he doubts that she comes from any sort of clan; perhaps there's a family that is waiting for her. "You can stay for a few days, get fed, maybe trade some of your stuff, if you want. We have gardens you can work in, and places to relax, plenty to do. You can see how it suits you, as long as you're loyal, you know? As in you won't kill anybody here. Oh, and if you have a family, then they can come, too!" the tabby is beaming, "Or you can skip all that and join us as a full member, if you want. All the same benefits. A roof over your head and everything! Plus, he have these amazing sugary snacks - I have a stash of 'em." the next part that he adds, he is hesitant about. But, he wants her to stay, so he needs to make sacrifices. "I could show you it, and share some candy."

It was strange. He didn't even know who Rey was. He hardly knew what her life was like, was unsure whether she was honest, and yet, how was that any different than when they took the word of some random person that knew they wanted to join beforehand? It wasn't. And by the way she spoke and carried herself, he didn't think that there was a clan that she belonged to, yet. "So, yeah. You should really join; there's, like, no questions asked. We'll keep you fed and safe and everything."
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Quickkit had arrived shortly after he had been informed of the approved invitation. With a grin plastered on the kitten's face, he had ambled into the scene. Never had he watched a movie, nor had be been invited to an actual movie night, so he was certainly excited. Plus, he would get to meet some new people! That was a bonus, but he hoped that the movie itself would be interesting. With colors, and explosions, and intense action scenes. Yeah.
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Leaving? The message pounded in his skull, entering his mind without warning. His dad, his own dad, was leaving to, what, his family? Quickkit wasn't sure how he felt about that. The kitten approached, speedily at the least, coming to a halt beside Cado. Through blue-swirled eyes, the tabby stared in the direction of where his father was, bending his neck to peer up at them. A sharp frown tugged at his maw, the brows above his eyes knitting together; he was conflicted, and he sure looked like it. Of course, more than anything he wanted Finnishwars to be happy, and if they weren't happy in the Rift, then who was he to stop them from leaving? But to their family? Was he not just that? Something akin to betrayal stirred up in his chest and scorched at his throat. Quick looked down at the ground, where his sandy paws anxiously quivered.

He was not happy. He was young and almost angered by what was happening, despite his intentions. The youth felt that happiness was the key to anything, but what about his feelings? Looking back up at his father, he opened his mouth, as if to say something, and then quickly shut it. "I- I... I, uh, ugh, I..." Quickkit stuttered eventually. Huffing in frustration, he kicked up some sand. "Grr... I, I'm, um, yeah, okay. Good." oh, no, this want good. There was some tightness behind his eyes, though he beamed up at Finn shakily. "Good." had the kitten repeated, taking a few steps backward. He felt like he needed to leave, like, really really leave, just run away and just leave.

(Angst everywhere! But I get'cha, Jab! It's been super fun having you around, and I hope you get some better luck in ScarClan! c:)
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He's never been to ColoredClan before! The kitten approached when he'd spotted the group, rushing over to skid to a halt, staring up toward Centerpaw. He was still kind of, well, bitter, about his father leaving and all that, but he tried to bury that under optimism, so he grinned as brightly as he could manage. He was curious as to why a ColoredClanner was around there, after all, and his frame was still jittery with anticipation. It was easy enough to be happy.
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Woah. This lady was, like, freaky. The youthful feline scampered up to the scene, stopping to stand next to Rey. A ghost? One that had some weird infatuation with blood, at that. Weird. Curious, the optimistic kitten lowered his haunches to plop down onto the ground, peering up at Pancakekarma through a scrutinized gaze. "I'm Quickkit," he spoke after a moment, words rushed out of a lack of self control. He just talks too fast. "It's, uh, nice to meet you!" he is sure to add a smile.
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This sucked. Quickkit ambled forth sullenly, bitterness flooding through his veins as he took a seat to listen to the meeting. He didn't have any quarrels with Talia, none at all; he was happy for her being leader and it was totally cool. It was just... his dad leaving? That sucked. It kind of took a harsh blow at him, but he didn't want to be rude to Talia, so he looked up at her, albeit dully. Maybe he was kind of upset with her? He was upset with everyone at the moment. She'd do a good job and all that. Fin should have stayed, though. Ah, jeez, he was all emotional.

//edit: wrong account lmao
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It was strange, they way that his natural insticts contradicted what he had been taught in his life. Neither of his parents were very in touch with their emotions, and so the young kitten was hardly even taught anything more than not destroying things when angry; he was generally happy by instinct, anyway. Although there was less of a skip in his step since one of his fathers had disappeared (he was just a few day's trip away, but that felt like a lifetime), it was then a priority to make himself happy, so while others believed it, eventually he would, too. Seeing Ben choking, sobbing like he was. That was crying, and he had seen that. Quickkit witnessed it, recalled how salty tears would roll down to the ground at such a slow pace, especially when he used to think that the darkness of the night was horrifying. His remaining parent didn't seem so knowledgeable in the subject.

Approaching almost warily, he stopped close to Redarmy's side, wide Amber and blue swirled optics studying the serval. His pointed ears flattened against his head, and his long tail touched the ground. Not a very good situation. "Are you... okay?" had Quick sincerely inquired of the stranger.
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• quickkit will actually get jealous when someone he likes (platonically or otherwise) seems like they don't pay enough attention to him.
• his emotions are shortlived because of how fast his mind works, anyway.
• that's why his default is just being happy! he like that.
• as he gets older, his powers will develop drastically, and he'll become bored with the world, like he's always one step ahead of it.
• he'll start resorting to stealing (anywhere between useless knicknacks and priceless artifacts) to resolve his boredom.
• he'll get into a lot of trouble for stealing.
• in most human aus, he's wanted by the police! but, in a new state every time.
• he will also grow to be sarcastic and punkish, and a prankster, but he'll still be a nice kid.
• quick'll have conflicts between accepting anti-clan ways or not.
• he's a reincarnation of an old character much like him!

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you guyyyyyyyyyyyyys
i'm sorry for being so inactive it's j ust
my schedule is super b u s y
with orchestra, marching band, track,
and state testing coming up soon ?? ?

it's sucked all of the muse out of me
but i'm going to try SUPER hard to post
at least once
every day
but ESPECIALLY during weekends
because i love this character and don't want him to go inactive

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Anima. Never before had he known her as anything but a regal lioness, but when he had come across her then, she had been anything but. "Hey, Anim- skittering toward her in an exuberant greeting, the tabby feline halted in front of her, cut off when he saw her face. mmmaa?" Quickkit's confusion rattled in his skull. This creature was Anima, right? Certainly smelled like her. His ears flicking on his head thoughtfully, the youth tilted his cranium and wondered with an inquisitive tone: "New body?" all skeletal and spooky - cool, if you'd asked him.
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Second meeting since his father had left? And he was doing better. Certainly not the best, but most definitely better. The call for a gathering sent him racing over, and stopping to plop down next to Redarmy. He knew that he shouldn't pick favorites, though Red was certainly winning. That was besides the point, however, he was still bitter; through wide eyes he peered up at Talia and awaited some announcements, paws tapping on the floor.
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So, he wasn't a tech wizard or anything like that. Frankly, Quickkit didn't really know much about technology or anything of the sort. And yet, for the large, bustling crowd had caught his attention when he was digging around the sand from afar and he was too curious not to approach, the whole scenario brought a smile to his lips. Snorting with laughter, the alabaster kitten weaved his way around the crowd to squeeze up next to Rey, narrowing his eyes at the rectangular device. "I wonder how it got here." he voiced, "And, oh, it looks kind of nice? That music could probably use a change up, but I like it! It's really upbeat, y'know? Though, like, what does it do?" no one knew the answer to any of his questions, and yet he vocalized them all, anyway.
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He had approached the border out of simple curiosity, but the gifts that were then mentioned were an awesome added bonus. Gifts were some of his favorite things! Free stuff with added sentiment! Bouncing on his feet from pure excitement, the kitten stood by his clanmates, grinning toward Frisk and glancing at the basket she possessed. "Woah! That's really cool of you guys!" the tabby would speak. BlizzardClan provided these? Last time it was StellarClan, but back then he had not experienced something metaphorically akin to a bell ringing in the back of his head. BlizzardClan seemed awfully familiar. That feeling, slightly unsettling, he chose to ignore. Gifts were at hand, after all.
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Despite the fact that the confident newcomer seemed to already be overrun with greetings (and even one that couldn't really be counted) the feline had bounced on over and introduced himself anyway. "Heyo! My name is Quickkit and it's really nice to meet you, Horrorpop!" as time progressed, his control over how fast he spoke seemed to worsen. Words strung together into what sounded like one long sentence caused for little emotion in his voice, but his smile made up for that. "You have a pretty cool name." he'd vocalized merrily.
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More gifts from BlizzardClan? He was a tad more hesitant to come bounding up excitably to get his share of presents. The name BlizzardClan unsettled him still; it was too familiar, too homey. And yet, his love of free things pushed the kitten to amble forth, just with a bit less exuberance than usual. "What kind of stuff is there?" he inquired after a moment of just being there, multicolored optics blinking toward the basket in question.
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