Posts by Isco Alarcón

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]A youth could be seen standing at BloodClan's border, taking the form of a dark-furred wolf, his pelt like that of night sky lacking light pollution. Despite seeing BloodClan's signature decorations of corpses and mutilations, his unusual brown eyes remained fixated on some non-existent point in the distance.

For a minute, he just stood there. He wasn't really sure what to do. Son to Mayday, an apparent rapist or atleast pain in the ass from what he had heard, was his mother along with another female, Skyrim. He wasn't even positive if it was them who gave him his name - Francisco Alarcón, though he preferred the simple "Isco" - as it just sort of clicked into his young mind.

Anyways, he had never ran into his parents before. Never met them to begin with, or atleast not from an age where he could recall such event. But Isco had figured out, from his searching, he had a grandmother is BloodClan - Lucy. The only name he could grasp onto for hope was Lucy. Oh, how the quiet and thoughtful Isco wanted her to be here, wanted her to be decent. Decent enough to want to see him. But why would she, he thought? He wasn't exactly sure why he wanted to see her. Did she know of his existence? The male canine didn't know about hers until recent unveiling.

After his thought-induced zoning out, Isco would speak up from the borders edge. "Hello? My name is Francisco... Alarcón, and I'm looking for my grandmother, Lucy."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]OOC / oh hello desmond didnt even realize you played cersei omg

but you caught me ;^))

IC / Truth be told, in his mind he expected Lucy and only Lucy to appear rather than the deer before him. Those previously mentioned brown eyes widened very briefly, never having seen a doe with melanistic qualities before. But as he felt bashfulness tug at him, he sheepishly hung his head, quietly and respectfully giving his response. "To be honest, I don't know what I'm here for. I guess this is a visit, but I'm in need of a home - and if Lucy knows of me, I will join as she is my only known family, apparently."

Isco felt a frown tug at the corners of his lips. He knew the others of his family, just not their whereabouts. Or their level of care for him. But from what he could tell, Isco found it dipping pretty low.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"I'm Francisco Alarcón... but I prefer just Isco." The young wolf, only four months old, spoke with a quiet yet steady voice. There was a mature but shy air to him just to begin with. Isco felt like maybe his name contributed to such vibes, as it was anything but childish sounding. But to the male, such things didn't matter; despite his age, he never felt or had the chance to feel like a real kid.

"I am new, as well," he added, voice low as before. His first words seemed rather rushed by the previously mentioned shy qualities of him, but he seemed to give an effort to loosen himself with this next set of words.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Isco slipped his way over, his black coloration almost making him appear like a shadow; the only giveaway factor was the lack of a body to follow and be attached to if that was the case. Unlike the others, he said nothing; he was sure his grandmother Lucy would pick up easily on why he was here. Isco was a hard worker whenever given the chance, but most didn't grant him such chances with his quiet type. But he hoped he could maybe prove something with a task.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Not much for words, the wolf youth would briefly make his way to Azimekh, as he considered meeting him to be of most importance. "Hello, Azimekh, sir," he'd speak, voice small and quiet. He was a respectful young mister with manners, and he couldn't help but think they made him stick out like a sore thumb at times. "I'm Francisco Alarcón, but I prefer Isco over that long jumble, if that's alright." And as soon as he came, he was making his careful way off with a polite dip of his head.

As he neared the elephant ribs, he wondered just how hungry he was; Isco didn't want to take a big chunk only to nervously nibble. So he took a seat, pondering over a few minor, little things. BloodClan was a new thing and place for him, so his mind was roaring.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Francisco Alarcón, or just Isco as he prefers to be called, is son of Mayday and Skyrim. Seeing as Mayday is a rapist and other bad, bad things, and the other parent is a mystery to him, all he has is his grandmother, Lucy. Seeing as she is his only real family it seems, he's residing in BloodClan.

Isco doesn't necessarily blend in with the other hues of BloodClan; he's quiet, observant, and doesn't share his emotions too often, and having never really felt affection, friendship and just basic conversation are new obstacles for him. But behind the mature vibes of him, he is a light joker and very intelligent and strategic. :^))
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Isco is OPEN to the following: FRIENDS, ENEMIES, ACQUAINTANCES, ONE-SIDED CRUSHES (FROM YOURS), BEING CAPTURED, AND RECEIVING MINOR INJURIES.

Anything else - suggest!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]squirrels don't even have much meat on them I say go for dove instead ;^))

anyways
dang hello
been a long time since I was last in BC :^0

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Sure!! Could you make it? :^))

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Spotting someone else approaching, as soon as her name reacher his ears he felt a small smile form his face. Though rare, Isco had a rather handsome yet slightly boyish smile. It made few appearances, however. It brightened the slightest bit as he realized her reaction would be nothing but positive.

Straightening his posture up, his mind was scrambling on what to say to his grandmother. "It's nice to meet you, too. If you don't want to call me by my rather lengthy name, I am usually just called Isco," the wolf pup quietly informed her, dipping his head somewhat. "If it isn't a bother, a tour would be appreciated. Thanks for your understanding." Though speaking through a naturally hushed voice, Isco's sincerity was loud and easily heard.

Hearing Kosher, it was nice to know there was more people out there than just Lucy, even if they weren't actually related through blood.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Ah, his weekly task, assigned to him by Lucy - flower crowns. He didn't expect it, but it was his first task and other factors also gave him suggestions as to why he received this chore. For starters, he was new, not to mention young, and so on. Either way, Isco was willing to do it anyways. There would be no whining or pouting emitting from him.

The next day after receiving the task, he'd gone out in search of flowers. He had a bit of trouble finding a good patch, and was a bit too quiet to seek some help, but luckily another BloodClanner noticed his difficulties and kindly grew some with their flower prints. Giving his many thanks, Isco was soon at work with the flower crowns.

Truth be told, he'd never made them before - but the wolf had a rather strong mind and brain, and had a general idea. After a prototype or two, Isco believed he had them figured out on his own and continued to weave more stems of colorful blooms into a headpiece.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]The girl, whom he guessed had an age close to his, seemed almost graceful as she bobbed along growing all sorts of vegetation. Curiosity grabbed his attention and he found himself silent as he stood there, watching without a word to utter until he saw the cacti sprout. A NPC showed him this very power early, but with less prickly pears. "Are you alright? You got a little too close to that cactus." His voice was quiet as he questioned her, brown eyes glancing down at the desert life forming at her paws.

"I'm Francisco Alarcón, but I really just prefer Isco or the rare Francisco, as the original is a rather long first name. Do you need any help there?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Greetings, Mr. Edelstein," the youth welcomed him, head giving a small however brief dip of respect. The last name sounded odd on his quiet tongue, but it also made him think just how strange his name sounded on others. "I'm Francisco Alarcón, but I really just like to be called Isco. I hope you like it here." Boy, all he was was politeness and manners. An odd contrast compared to the stereotypical BloodClanner.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]He was a bit surprised to see someone appear so quickly, and of course, it was two unknown faces. He hesitated on introducing himself though, and figured he'd do it after explaining his actions perhaps.

"Hello," Isco greeted in return to them both, summoning a friendly smile. "I don't mind. But, my weekly task was working with flower crowns. I don't know much about them, but I've figured a lot out. I'm guessing you aren't familiar with them?" To the wolf, it seemed so; they didn't appear to know what they were. Or maybe he was just analyzing their actions wrong. Oh well.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Spotting a few forms appearing to maybe "join" the group, he realized as he neared a member exchange was taking place. Best address them. "Welcome to BloodClan," the young male quietly greeted them, "I'm Francisco Alarcón, but just Isco will do."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]OOC / Name: Franc/isco Alarcón
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Currently undecided, so both genders will do for now.
Preferred: Females. :^))

IC / Isco, personally, had never really came in close contact with love. Besides his grandmother Lucy taking him in, that was only the few real acts of love he'd been part of or on the receiving end of. But that wasn't even the same type of love as blind dating was considered to produce. This type of love, the couples love if you could call it, was nearly non-existent in his world.

Sure, he'd found a few girls pretty or boys handsome. But that lack of nurturing in the even earlier stages of his young life left him confused on how to handle it or respond. Maybe this would help him out, Isco silently decided after much brewing it over.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Hearing "Francesco", Isco mistakenly took it for part of his actual name, Francisco. However, when he neared, he cracked a little smile at the realization of his mistake, not to mention having heard the part regarding the salsa. He for sure was no salsa master! But it got him to wondering; if he tried it sometime, maybe he could find out if maybe he could be a master of it. Silly youth thoughts.

"However, when he found a performing hall, he realized he was too tall to fit on stage!" Isco chimed in, voice a bit more exclaiming than its usual quiet self as a grin found its way upon his handsome though still boyish features.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Francisco Alarcón," he quietly greeted, "Contrary to popular belief, Alarcón is not a last name, but part of my first. So I just prefer Isco rather than that crowded mess of a name." Oh, how he was trying to keep his introduction small and not too complicated yet interesting all the same. "I'm new here. Lucy is my grandmother, she took me in. I still get lost here a bit, though this is my first week in BloodClan."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Thanks!! Replying now.

And sure - I'll make it, if thats alright. :^))

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Polarpaw and Isco could have a thread? :^))

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YUKINE HARBRINGER wrote:

[justify]Yukine;
-often had fantasies as an apprentice about getting married in a ceremony similar to the one his father and mother had.[/justify]

SCREAMING THIS IS REALLY CUTE

[size=7pt]Not much but:

> Isco's first name(s) is actually Francisco Alarcón, rather than it being a first name and surname.
> Has never met his two other siblings and knows nothing about them - knows his parents, but has never met them, either.
> Despite hearing terrible things about his mother, Mayday, he still has an odd urge to meet her.
> Likes to believe he received his positive qualities from other parent, Skyrim.
> Favorite/his representative color is white.
> However currently unknown, Isco is infertile.
> Its still being decided, but in the future, he may be a in-the-closet homosexual.