Posts by private nightpaw

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]hiss
fine
xD

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]pausing in his trek to pivot and face magnus, private nightpaw found himself in a bit of a pickle, as he had not intended on meeting anyone. yet he had seen this wolf around, and memories of a conversation with arcticflame- you look like a larger version of magnus!- floated into his mind as he lay sapphire eyes on the battered yet intriguing canine. "hello... magnus, right? i'm private nightpaw." his eyes momentarily lingered on the eye socket of the ex ranger, though not in fear, shock or pity, rather in almost admiration, before he blinked a few times and refocused on the entire behemoth himself.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]^ last open post i made, the most recent was in a private thread owo

private nightpaw was there in his tiger body. track.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]this was a character private nightpaw had never seen before, though the sight of the spirit and the feel of the nearby mind was oddly familiar. it had been somewhat stimulated before, and somehow he recognised this as someone of importance and decided to grab glory for his clan. he was in his tiger body, though invisible, having been hunting along the darkclan-skyclan border, but now, using scent manipulation to mask his smell, private nightpaw inched forward.

how curious. she seemed out of it, so the male crept forward, giving a lash of his tail through the air before lashing out with a paw, aiming to startle her. meanwhile, he split his soul, sending it for his monkey body. time for fun.

/rushed so badly this is terrible ack

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]private nightpaw had disappeared soon after speaking, and returned with no breath but some cobwebs and moss. "here, use this," the maltese tiger gently dropped the stuff down, glancing around before nudging them forward. [b]"i'm not good with my paws, though. someone else'll have to apply it. magnus- hey! oh, good, stay awake and conscious. don't go to sleep, right? stay with us."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]he was always going to be most comfortable in his tiger body, and the acrobat stepped up in that, sapphire eyes surveying the task ahead curiously. the barrels would be an easy leap, but beyond that... he couldn't see what lay on the other end, but had a bad feeling about it. he didn't bother to use any powers to check, either, and decided to both meet and clear this obstacle course with nothing but physical strength and agility. shaking himself out, private nightpaw glanced amongst those there before deciding it would only be safe to start running.

hoo, boy. the male set off at a sprint, spotting the rusted nails and knowing he had to jump right then. hind leg muscles coiled and tensed before releasing, power building up and launching him high and over the barrels with ease. the jump was easy, but when he hit earth again, he found himself stuck in a rather muddy puddle. suction gripped at his body tightly and dragged him down, attempting to envelop him in its dirty depths, but private knew he had to keep moving so dragged his toned upper body forward, relaxing his muscles to ease each leg out of the mud and then jump, throwing himself a little further along each time. he was filthy, caked in dirt and earth, but he pushed forward even if he was just short of a ruddy brown now in pelt colouration. at one point however, his hind right leg got caught in the mud and he nearly fell over, having to inhale sharply and painfully twist the joint, wrenching it from the puddle's grip before wading out of that obstacle with a relieved sigh.

next, the eggs. a rather odd looking puzzle when first viewed, but he had done something similar to this back at the regime, so with a bit of fidding managed to roll the egg up and balance it on the top of his muzzle, resting against the space between his eyes. it proved a small block in his vision, but private nightpaw showed no distaste, rather now taking long yet calculated strides, all the time fixing his gaze upon this egg, moving his head and body as it was needed to keep it balanced. he had barely moved seven steps however when the egg suddenly jerked, and he snapped his neck sideways, stumbling slightly just to keep it blanced. phew, the maltese tiger would've exhaled thankfully, maybe muttered something, but he didn't want to risk upsetting the delicate position of the egg any further so rather thought out his praise to the lord, continuing on his way.

when he met the log, however, the male came to a sudden halt, crossed eyes narrowing. ah, jesus, this was where he failed, wasn't it? no, no, regime kids never gave up, never admitted defeat, even if their stubbornness got them killed. the young leviathan gave a grunt as he reared up on his hind legs, pushing the egg against the space between his eyes, and then he staggered forward, slumping half over the log and then mildly panicking. it would be hard to haul the rest of him over, so the male decided to tilt his head sideways so the egg rolled and then jerk it in the opposite direction, now stood with his cranium cocked ninety degrees to the left and the egg balancing on his right cheek.

did he look stupid? probably, but now nightpaw could simply swing himself over and inch his way over the log, eventually landing safely on the other side. the log was probably now littered with claw marks, mind, and he ached a little, but now he had to keep going, taking one more step before dropping down and letting the egg slide into the basket. hallelujah! he'd done it!

the tire was another story however, and private looked at it for a moment, deadpanned, before he gave a low whistle. pushing his shoulder up against the tire and locking himself in place, the male began to shove, panting and breathing harshly through his mouth as he set forward, rolling the tire.

yet this was not his strong point, and somewhere halfway up the hill the male's forelegs gave way, and he fell forward, hitting the earth harshly. the tire itself, with nothing to force it against gravity, obeyed the downwards pulling force, knocking nightpaw aside and winding him, maybe even bruising or cracking his ribs, before crashing to a halt at the bottom of the steep incline. "ungh..." he paddled his legs weakly upon hearing the thud of his tire, before rolling to his feet, teeth gritting. he wouldn't give up. not now.

stumbling down back to the bottom of the hill, tasting blood in his mouth, the tiger thrust himself against it once more before trudging upwards, taking the climb steadily and quickly gaining pace as he got closer and closer to the top. gravity seemed even stronger now though, and with each step, his legs trembled dangerously, but eventually he knocked it to the top and staggered to the finish line, crossing and managing to remain on his feet afterwards. he'd done it. hallelujah.

a few seconda after this however, private collapsed, falling hard and remaining there, exhausted.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][size=20pt][sup]PRIVATE NIGHTPAW
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[justify][size=8][color=#00003b][titles] sir, corporal, private
[forename] nightpaw
[middle name] none
[surname] none

[age] eleven months
[birthday] may 17th 2013
[star sign] taurus

[gender] male
[orientation]
[identity] male, only accepts masculine pronouns

[alliance] darkclan
[past alliances] the regime, the insurgency, the regime
[rank] corporal
[past ranks] private trainee, trainee

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[justify][size=8][color=#00003b][species] panthera tigris
[pelt patterning] maltese
[primary colour] grey-blue
[secondary colours] off white, black
[eye colour] originally yellow, now blue
[build] muscular, tall, toned
[scars] shoulder, flank, eye, ear and tail - all general scratches
[physical deformities] none
[other bodies] a white fronted capuchin (weilds kali sticks), a black wolf, a black serval
[accessories]
[additions]

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[justify][size=8][color=#00003b][positive traits] loyal, dedicated, disciplined, obedient, decisive, friendly, accepting, intelligent, lively, leaderly
[negative traits] bitter, revengeful, stoic, emotionless, obsessive, possessive, brutal, stubborn, blunt
[likes]
[dislikes]
[fears]
[mental disorders] none

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[justify][size=8][color=#00003b][powers] ability to absorb spirits
pelt colour manipulation
eye colour manipulation
heat vision
x-ray vision
ability to take away pain and injuries
invisibility
scent manipulation
soundwave and molecule manipulation
memory manipulation
multiple possessions
emotion projection and manipulation
super senses
telepathy
the sight

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[justify][size=8][color=#00003b][mother] npc
[father] diabolus diagro
[full siblings] damian wayne, harleycub[quinn]

[crush] none
[past crushes] none
[mate] none
[past mates] none
[offspring] oliverpup[queen], selina

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[justify][size=8][color=#00003b][history] wip

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[justify][size=8][color=#00003b][battle tags] darkclan » corporal » eleven months » 4/9 lives » insanely hard » all powers » bodies: [[b]tiger, capuchin monkey, wolf, serval] » no capture, kill, maim » put name in [color=#00003b]#00003b

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[justify][size=8][color=#00003b][describing quote] "no more tricks to keep me from my duty!"

[playlist] song of storms (original & remixes)
wretches and kings - linkin park
figure.09 - linkin park
numb - linkin park
phenomenon - thousand foot krutch
problematic - get scared

[notes] so far, all his offspring believes him to be their older brother
he is based off of the dc hero, nightwing
his entire family spanning from his current generation downwards all have names relating to dc or marvel

wip

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]he approached in his capuchin body for once, the kali sticks gripped in his tail rather than his hands as he stalked over. the male surveyed the group, recognising (though not necessarily knowing) three of those there. "hello, i'm private nightpaw." the corporal then greeted, sitting down.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]"oh, dear. you seem happy. have i done something wrong?" the fairly light voice of private nightpaw rang out, even if his eyes were dull, and the maltese tiger made his way over, sitting down a few metres away to give the kids some space.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]"private nightpaw. 's nice to meet you, summertimesadness." what a mouthful; the male padded over with a swish of his long, striped tail, taking a seat near the back of the group and nodding his head.

/so rushed ack

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]yEs

100% yes

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]bump

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]"either way, talking to a kid like that isn't right. she likes the scarf. she wants to wear it. simple. it doesn't affect your life, don't get involved." the tiger muttered dully, stalking over with a lash of his striped tail. "but i like it, luna. it suits you." if some obnoxious apprentice didn't want to keep the peace, so be it. it was easy to respond in kind, easier to ignore at the present moment, so private nightpaw simply sat down.

/mobile + low muse- sick

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]"welcome to darkclan," the tiger then rumbled, padding over with a lash of his striped tail. "i'm private nightpaw; welcome back, i guess." he'd never heard of this guy, having only joined half a month or so ago.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]ah, god. wandering over to stand beside arcticflame, the male studied nightosphere through blue optics, wondering whether he should like or despise this kid. he seemed cocky, confident and rather... strange, but he'd seen worse, so sat down with a nod of his head. "private nightpaw. hi." he wasn't in a talking mood at the moment, so the tiger then decided to listen, small ears pricked and eyes bored.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]he had originally seen the aura of something that wasn't there, and so switched on his susper senses to see someone that would presumably be invisible to most others. oh. "someone else here, watch out." private chirped up as he padded over, nodding in greeting. [b]"new power, or old one?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]"can i have a go?" private inquired as he padded over.

/track, agh

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]oh rite private nightpaw's a corporal

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]simply switching on his heat vision as she switched on her invisibility, the tiger raised his paw once more to defend his face, so she essentially hooked her claws into the sensitive pad. hissing inwardly at the stabbing pain, private nightpaw attempted to slam her into the ground, wanting to wind her whilst his capuchin body swung over, kali sticks at the ready. it didn't move from the trees, however, whilst his tiger body attempted to bite down on her hind leg and pull, hopefully breaking it.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]hire someone xD that sounds weird

&& mm, i know there's a possibility either way, but it just seems as if people who have played a character for a bit are more likely to stay active.
but i agree with you, so... probably going with that option