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    [font=timesnewroman][size=25pt][shadow=black,left]TASSLEHOFF[/shadow][/size][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]Smiling brightly to himself, the mink often finding himself distracted by various intriguing objects of interest. Like the kender he was based off of, he couldn't seem to focus on one thing for long; there was always something curious or fascinating to appear the next minute.


    Of course, now, his thought-track finally took the time to remind him it was time to meet everyone. Sitting close to the middle of the cave, Tas grinned excitedly. "Hullo!"


    [hr][hr][align=center][font=times new roman][size=8][sub]Tasslehoff Burrfoot ⋆ Male ⋆ American Mink ⋆ npc x npc ⋆ Wanderer ⋆ Medium Difficulty
    No kill, maim, capture, etc. without permission ⋆ Attack in #9BC4E2
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    [font=timesnewroman][size=25pt][shadow=black,left]TASSLEHOFF[/shadow][/size][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]"Hullo!" He repeated, silently memorizing the names and faces. "Tasslehoff Burrfoot, but just call me Tas," he informed them, deciding some of them didn't already know his name. "It's nice to meet you all."


    [hr][hr][align=center][font=times new roman][size=8][sub]Tasslehoff Burrfoot ⋆ Male ⋆ American Mink ⋆ npc x npc ⋆ Wanderer ⋆ Medium Difficulty
    No kill, maim, capture, etc. without permission ⋆ Attack in #9BC4E2
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    [font=timesnewroman][size=25pt][shadow=black,left]TASSLEHOFF[/shadow][/size][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]Ah, he loved games. Beaming joyfully, the mink scampered over. "I'll play," he announced, more than happy to participate.


    [hr][hr][align=center][font=times new roman][size=8][sub]Tasslehoff Burrfoot ⋆ Male ⋆ American Mink ⋆ npc x npc ⋆ Wanderer ⋆ Medium Difficulty
    No kill, maim, capture, etc. without permission ⋆ Attack in #9BC4E2
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    [font=timesnewroman][size=25pt][shadow=black,left]TASSLEHOFF[/shadow][/size][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]Maybe Minka wasn't, but Tas was. Humming a random tune absently, the mink bounded along the cave, passing NPCs with gleeful greetings of "hullo!" and "hi there!" the whole way. Brown eyes shining with joy, he paused when he spotted the black and white kitten. Reminds me of Cynthia, he noted, wincing at the thought. He and his friend had split up. Travelers do that sometimes, he decided.


    Smiling at the prospect of befriending the little social loner, he scampered over to the fae, his pouches bouncing along with him. "Hullo!" He chirped. "I'm Tasslehoff Burrfoot, what's your name?"


    [hr][hr][align=center][font=times new roman][size=8][sub]Tasslehoff Burrfoot ⋆ Male ⋆ American Mink ⋆ npc x npc ⋆ Wanderer ⋆ Medium Difficulty
    No kill, maim, capture, etc. without permission ⋆ Attack in #9BC4E2
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    [size=20pt]♂ Tael Mist [/size]
    [size=7pt]cub of skulls[/size]


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    [size=7pt]Name: Tael
    Nickname: N/A
    Gender: Male
    Gender identity: Male
    Name origin: Teal, one of the two fairies from Majora's Mask
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    [size=7pt]Tael fits the basic description of an average clouded leopard. He isn't overly large, simply relatively average in height in size. His fur is dark gray, and he sports the dark, dusky gray blotches typical to his species. Tael has round, brown-yellow eyes, almost the color of gold, melding perfectly with the colors of his pelt.[/fancypost]


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    [font=georgia][size=7pt]Persona description: Tael is simply, in a few words, a scoundrel. He is extremely mischievous, tricky, and immature, but despite his impish nature, he is really a fun-loving, adventurous big-hearted... Pirate. Immensely audacious, Tael will find no shortage of trouble, and excitement. His early days will no doubt be spent playing tricks, pranks, and jokes on everyone, and it will most certainly not get any better as he grows older. Though he may be rather destructive, he truly means well, and will always remain loyal to his clan and those he cares about.


    Good traits: High-spirited, curious, inquisitive, loyal
    Bad traits: Mischievous, impish, insidious, impulsive
    Likes: Games, playing pranks, fireflies, rain, puddles, music
    Dislikes: Being alone, big storms, spiders, ants, bees, loud/annoying noises/individuals
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    [font=georgia][size=7pt]Plots: Unless there ends up being a Tatl character, he could have a spirit who follows him around named Tatl, who he sees as a sister
    Theme Song: Spontaneous Me - Lindsey Stirling[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 180px; overflow: auto; width: 365px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;][font=georgia][size=7pt]Blinking striking blue eyes, the spotted feline made his way to where he was fairly certain was the WindClan border. It seemed like a nice place to stay; he could only hope he'd fit in. He wasn't exactly typical.




    His long, fluffy spotted tail swayed as he decided to sit down, beginning to curl it neatly around his paws. He was going to be very professional. No need to forget his manners anyway. Boba allowed the tiniest smile to play on his lips. This was the beginning.
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    [align=center]TEMPLATE © WINNIE

    So, Hawky says he'd like me to take over Maxwell for him because he's scared of going inactive. He's filled me in with the plots and stuff, and I'm all for it; I love Don't Starve, but I don't think I can also play Teal, so you can take him out.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][hr][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]"What are you chasing?" The little cub frowned thoughtfully at his sister. Whatever it was, he didn't see it. Yet. One day of course, he would. Oh, the foreshadowing. And breaking of the forth wall.


    "Willow, whatever it is, I don't think it likes being chased by little leopards of doom," he commented with a grin.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][hr][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]The dapper young clouded leopard hummed an absent tune as he wandered around the mansion. He was so bored. Was he supposed to be so bored? Maybe it was a disease. Snorting, he shook his head to himself. Maybe he could find someone to talk to. "Meet and greet!" The spotted cub called, smiling now. That was what it was called, correct? He was fairly sure, and now he'd have someone to talk to.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][hr][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]Well, this was Ymir then, the leader himself. That was a bit unexpected when the cub had decided to find someone to talk to do. Still, it wasn't an unwelcome surprise either. Smiling brightly, he dipped his head in polite respect, paying only a little mind to the fact the tom seemed uneasy. "My name's Maxwell," he responded gleefully. "It's very nice to meet you Ymir."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][hr][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]Indeed, being called Maxy might be a downer for the cub, but he couldn't read thoughts so he wasn't aware what his mother might possibly have in store for him. Grinning at the hippogriff - who he thought looked awesome - he dipped his head in greeting. "Hello Ethan!"


    "Hiya dad! Mom!" Now he had four clanmates to talk to.

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    [justify][font=georgia][size=8]"Say pal, you don't look so good...."


    Overview
    I have a character in the Skulls based of a certain Maxwell. Soon, he - along with his sister, Willow - will start talking to them. Eventually, he will quite foolishly be dragged away by them. Creating what might as well be called a shadow world, he will lure others - from any clan - to said world. There they will struggle to survive. One of the many he will trap, will fight their way through Adventure, and make their way to Maxwell, trapped on the shadow throne. He will be free at last... But trapped in the world he created and then he must join forces with those he's trapped to find a means of escape.


    Where you fit in
    So, the characters can be premade - it's encouraged - and they do not have to based off of actual Don't Starve characters. I think maybe eight to ten characters to be involved is a good number, and they can be from anywhere, any clan. Someone needs to play a character to end up trapped on the throne in place of Maxwell. Said person is by all means allowed - and encouraged - to trap more unfortunate souls, or seek revenge on Maxwell for getting them trapped there. They will be relatively in control; so they can cause it to rain, or send hounds after people, that sort of thing.


    Poor Unfortunate souls to be trapped
    1. Willow - místmσσn
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    How it'll work
    So realism and all... I like thinking of sense. The characters will be dragged away into what could be called a spirit-realm maybe, as if they were asleep and visiting StarClan/Dark Forest/other places of that source. Maxwell - or whoever is stuck on the throne - is relatively in control of the place, as Maxwell made the island all of his own design.


    Maxwell will tempt and lure characters to a place somewhere in the real world where he'll be able to kidnap and bring them to the world.


    If you have your character die in this world, you can choose whether they really die-die or if they'll just wake up back in the real world.


    If you like, before and/or after characters who were trapped or are going to be trapped can see them occasionally in the real world. They may see shadows or monsters not really there (perfect for epic foreshadowing though), that sort of thing.


    Threads
    Plot Thread - Click ! (doubles as chat thread)
    Rp Thread(s) - none yet

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][hr][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]Said lad burst into another grin. "Hello dad!" He greeted brightly, seeming oblivious to Willow's sudden change in demeanor. Maybe she just lost her trail of thought or something, he supposed absently.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][hr][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]Maxwell threads?

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][hr][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]Brightly, the dapper clouded leopard bounded over. "Hey," he chirped brightly in greeting, dipping his head politely. "Name's Maxwell."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][hr][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]Yesssss.
    I'll make.


    Edit:
    Here you go. c:
    http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1905959.0

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][hr][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]The clouded leopard had spent maybe two days scouring around for some gifts to give his siblings and parents. He had found an eye patch and hat earlier, no doubt for his sister, Charlotte, and he had made his mother a flower crown - not very manly, right? - but he had yet to figure out what to get his father and Willow. Sighing, the cub decided to search the mansion, maybe there'd be something around here suitable for his sister.


    Soon enough, he came across a strange item indeed. Brown eyes gleaming in curiousity, Maxwell pawed the object carefully. A lighter. Probably left by a Twoleg some time ago. An idea lit up in his mind, and he scampered off, searching for something to work with. Finding a suitable chain, he made a necklace. A necklace with a lighter. How nice.


    It was perfect. "Hey Willow!" He called loudly, grinning. "Merry Christmas, come here!"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][hr][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt] ETHAN ; yes! Should I make?
    Nagisa ; thread with Maxwell?

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][hr][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]"Merry Christmas!" He repeated, pushing the necklace with the lighter to his sister. Silently, he continued to grin, waiting to gauge her reaction. He wasn't sure why he picked the lighter, as Willow hadn't really grown into her pyromania quite yet, but he thought it was perfect. Besides, mom always said Willow had a fire in her spirit.