Posts by BiLLY B.

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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia]Seeing the group swarm around him, the striped male shuffled his paws, grimacing as the large scores across his leg ebbed with pain. Sucking in a breath, the young felidae stared at the male who first addressed him. "I-I-I'm B-B-B-B--" he cut himself short, closing his orange optics. His stutter only grew worse as the group around him multiplied in size. "B-Billy Bibbit." He forced the words out, exhaling. That was much harder than he'd thought.

"I'd-I'd l-like to j-j-join." Billy said, fumbling over his words. His mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water when he spoke, his jaw falling and closing as syllables and sounds tumbled out. Finding himself finally done speaking, he offered a shy smile to the group around him, not wanting to speak much anymore.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia]A smile found its way onto Billy's maw once again. He hadn't expected it to be that easy, in all honesty. He stood up on rather short legs and slowly stepped over the invisible border, nervously glancing around, hoping that they wouldn't lash out at him. For all he knew, there was some unsaid code to crossing the border; well, he'd find out soon enough. "Th-th-thank you, m-m-m-mister." Stuttered Bibbit.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia]Billy had a rather easy time finding his way back to the center of camp -- the big, abandoned city would be hard to miss. But finding the heart of it was another thing. There were so many buildings and critters everywhere -- he hardly knew where to go! So after some exploring, the striped babe found a lovely place to rest. He took a seat on some hard, cold concrete and released a sigh. This place would be hard to get used to, that was for sure. But until he was better, he wouldn't- nay, couldn't- go back to see his mother.

Coughing out a tiny sigh, the October orange eyes of the male surveyed their surroundings, taking in the odd towers and structures. It was way different than the forests and fields he grew up in. But he supposed that was okay. Change would be good for him; look where the same old had gotten him. Blinking the thought away, the feline pulled his scarred legs closer to him, gritting his teeth as pain ebbed through the new wounds running down the insides of his appendages.

"M-M-Meet and-and g-greet?" Called the stammering Billy.

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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia]"B-Billy." Stuttered the feline as he approached. He stared at the odd male with a quirked brow; he seemed rather... interesting. The Bibbit pressed his lips together as he surpassed a smile. He wished he had that sort of confidence -- do whatever he wanted, say whatever the hell he felt like. But no, he just obeyed and did what he was told like a good little boy.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia]That was usually the first thing people noticed about Billy. He stammered and stuttered and tripped over his words. The fearful and timid boy had been pushed and thrown aside, forced into submission by the world, causing even his words to reflect his inner self. He longed to speak normally, to be able to even say his name without fail. But that seemed impossible -- too hard. So he lived in constant, trembling fear.

"B-B-Billy Bibbit." The Bengal said, offering the young kit a soft smile. "It-it-it's n-nice to meet y-you, m-miss." He said with a light incline of his cranium. He'd be polite even if she was much younger than him and he was now a part of an anti-clan.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia]Billy had never seen a capture or torture. Hell, he didn't think that people actually did those sorts of things -- he thought they were just tales to scare children into behaving. Blinking his bright optics, the Bengal approached and looked over the duo with a curious gleam infecting his gaze. "Wh-Wh-Who's that?" Stuttered the kid, his eyes now on the serval.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia]Billy felt rather indifferent -- he was nervous and scared, but he always felt that way. Padding over, the feline watched the quartet, blinking orange visionaries. Taking a seat and furling his tail around his scarred legs, he bobbed his head up and down in a light greeting. "H-Hello." He said.

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FULL NAME billy bibbit
PAST NAMES none
NICKNAMES bill, bib
NAME MEANING none

SEX amab
GENDER demiboy
SEXUALITY pansexual
ROMANCE panromantic

GROUP colouredclan
PAST GROUPS loner
RANK bodyguard initiate
PAST RANKS warrior

SPIRITUAL AGE 1 year
PHYSICAL AGE 1 year
BIRTHDAY April 24th, 2014 (ages real time)

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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]A look of confusion crossed Billy's face as he listened to the RiverClanner and Imperialpaw's harsh words. He understood they weren't on the most friendly of terms, however watching the male's paw slam into the deputy's jaw only reinforced his thoughts. He blinked, cringing as if he had been the one hit. He was never one for violence, for he knew all too well what it was like to be on the other side of the swing.

Still, he didn't move or do much more than that until Wild found herself beside him. He stared down at her; at least he wasn't the only one bothered with this. He knew there were reasons behind everything, however it was still hard to stomach. Watching the scene unfold caused memories of his mother resurfaced, then of the nurse. Oh God. If his mother saw him then -- the thought made him ill.

Hearing Natasha, Billy Bibbit turned to look over at her, his previous thoughts pushed to the back of his mind for the time being. Play tag? He narrowed his October orange eyes, not sure if she was making fun of him or being genuine. He swallowed a lump in his throat. "I-I'm f-f-fine here." It was mostly true. He didn't particularly want to watch, however he didn't want to seem weak and leave.

Billy opened his mouth to speak, only to have a horrible, wretched sound infiltrate his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as he found himself pawing at his ears to get rid of the sound. Holy fuck, what was that? He didn't know what powers were, really, growing up rather sheltered. All he knew was, damn, was he dizzy.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]It was odd; Billy had noticed an overwhelming number of members with stutters. At least he wasn't alone. It was almost comforting, making him feel like less of a freak; he used to be pushed around for it, made fun of for the speech impediment he couldn't help, but here, no one seemed to talk about it. He offered the new duo a light smile, giving them a dip of his head. "B-Billy, if-if you d-didn't catch." He said lightly.

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billy's based off of (wait for it) ....... billy bibbit,,,, mostly bc i can't create original characters for the life of me oopssssss

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]"B-Billy Bibbit." Came the stuttering of the feline as he approached with a smile on his maw. He didn't know most of the members gathered, so it would be nice to try to get to know everyone. He took a seat, trying to commit the few names he caught to memory.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]The charcoal Bangle approached, glancing over those gathered. "I-I'm Billy B-B-Bibbit." He said, shooting the members a toothy grin as he took a seat next to no one in particular.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy's smile fell when the snappy Nagisa approached and glowered at him. He shuffled scared paws, averting his gaze. What did he do? Something wrong? Unsure of what to say, he simply listened as Nagisa snapped at him. "Wh-wh-what make you th-think I'd l-loose battles?" He asked stubbornly. Just because he had a speech impediment didn't make him weak. Of course, he wasn't strong, per se. He could barely stand up for himself. But they didn't know that, not yet.

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MAIN BODY felis catus
OTHER BODIES none
BIRTH BODY felis catus

EYE COLOR orange
FUR COLOR charcoal bengal tabby
FUR TEXTURE thick and wiry
BUILD short and lanky, not very muscular. proportionally long legs

ACESSORIES chain necklace
NOTABLE SCARS vertical and horizontal scars on his front legs, as well as a few others on the rest of his body
IMPORTANT PHYSICAL TRAITS scars

DETAILED APPEARANCE Billy is a rather average looking male. His angular cranium starts with a gentle slope before dropping down to meet the bridge of his nose, where it levels off. From there, it reaches a velvety dark gray nose. Under it resides a pair of pencil-thin rubbery lips. It's not uncommon to see them chapped or bleeding, as he has a bad habit of chewing them when he's not a stammering mess.

Beneath his head lays Billy's slender neck which broadens off into shoulders; they're a bit big, however they don't take away from his overall appearance. Attached to them are his two front legs. They're long and slender, giving him the height he was otherwise severely lacking. Of course, they don't work miracles; he's still rather short for a male his age. But that's fine. Riddled across his appendages are scars; some horizontal, some vertical, all self-inflicted. His fur does a rather decent job at hiding them, but even so, he tucks them close to his stomach so no one will see.

Speaking of his stomach, it's rather tiny. A thin layer of muscle lies directly under his skin, however it's just barely enough to prevent his ribs from popping out. Albeit, if he was much bigger, he'd look rather obtuse, to put it lightly.

Moving onto his fur. Billy Bibbit it what most would classify as a charcoal bengal tabby. A dark silver base paints the canvas, making for a starch contrast against his dark features. His stomach and the backs of his legs melt into a pale, moonlight color, however not quite white. Of course, the monochromatic color simply provides for a base; on top are stripes and bands and spots of a dark charcoal. The complexity of the patterns is one nearly impossible to put into words. The complete disarray of the motif seems like such chaos, an abstract piece that was thrown together blindly, however it works so well, it almost looks intentional.

Lastly, the large, circular optics of the demiboy seem to be his most noticeable feature. The thing most people are drawn to. His eyes hold the color of pumpkins; the shade of a dying sunset, the hue of succulent cantaloupe. The vibrancy of the orange is dulled down by flecks of olive, making them seem darker than originally planned.

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LIKES his mother, being with friends, living his own life, playing games
DISLIKES being told what to do, his stutter, nurse ratchet, being weak, water

FAVORITE FOOD fish
FAVORITE COLOR orange or pink
FAVORITE PERSON his mother
FAVORITE PLACE none
FAVORITE SEASON spring

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD rabbit
LEAST FAVORITE COLOR black
LEAST FAVORITE PERSON nurse ratchet
LEAST FAVORITE PLACE none
LEAST FAVORITE SEASON winter

STRENGTHS fast, fishing, decently smart, understanding
WEAKNESSES not being his own person, being away from his mother, his fear of everything, not being strong

FEARS being alone, his mother thinking bad of him, nurse ratchet, failure
DISORDERS dependent personality disorder, general anxiety disorder, depression
HABITS self harm, curls tail around paws
QUIRKS stutters

IMPORTANT TRAITS suicidal tendencies, self destructive tendencies

DETAILED PERSONALITY Billy's your average, anxious mess of a cat. He comes off as rather soft-spoken and sweet, and truth be told, that takes up a large portion of his personality. Of course, there's more to him than just that.

Billy has what one would call Dependent Personality Disorder, or DPD. He has a hard time doing much anything for himself and lives for the sole purpose of pleasing others -- namely his mother. He wants only in life to make her happy and goes out of his way to do so.

Because of his DPD, he has a hard time disagreeing with others or not doing what he's told. He'd probably jump off a bridge if someone told him to, if it came down to that. He wants to please everyone around him and goes to extremes to do so; he understands that it's impossible for everyone to get their way, but he tries his damnedest to do it.

Another large part of Billy's personality is his General Anxiety Disorder. Its such a large part, in fact, it affects his speech, even. He's so nervous and anxious all the time that he suffers a severe speech impediment -- his ever-so-noticeable stutter. He also shakes and has a hard time doing things that others would find rather simple.

Because of his anxiety, Billy is what one would call a worrier. He constantly frets about every little thing that either he does or someone else does. Even if its something totally out of his control, he freaks out about it. He has trouble concentrating, startles rather easily, and has trouble falling asleep. His mind is like a machine, whirring and always working overtime. Often times he'll appear to have drifted off into space, he's so in thought.

And as the icing on top of the cake, Billy also suffers from severe depression. He feels like he's not good enough, a burden to society. This leads to Billy's self-desctrutive tendencies; a few times, it's also led him to unsuccessfully attempt suicide.

Billy Bibbit seems a lot younger than he actually is. He appears rather childlike; somewhat immature and enjoys games and despises adult-centered responsibilities. He hates having to picture himself as a grownup, old and being like everyone else, withering away like dust. He enjoys having fun, genuinely.

His childlike personality might also be a coping mechanism for the abuse he endured as a young child, however that part of his life is one he likes to think over. Whether it's used to help numb to pain or because he just hates the idea of being old, a few people even go as far as to call him 'adorable' or cute.

But under his boyish exterior, lies a cold, emotionally unstable center. Billy hates himself, to put it lightly. As mentioned before, he feels like he's a burden; a waste of space. He recognizes his flaws and disregards everything he's good at. He often finds life too hard and feels the need to die, to end it all. But somehow, the demiboy's managed to live, enough if it's only out of spite and defiance towards the cruel world.