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    Not exactly a trespasser- it's not like he could smell the border right in front of his face, or see the signs of civilization. The loner had been alone for so long, the memories of borders long since gone were no longer burned into his brain, telling him where to go and when to stop. As such, when he wanted to visit WindClan, he just stumbled over the border carelessly. His eyes stuck wide open, age old scars of 'x's crossed over then and his ears flicking. He was heavily scarred and his face showed signs of merely not even moving to express emotion, as if he just didn't care enough anymore.


    It had been so long since his sense of smell didn't lie to him that he had stopped trusting or using it. It had been even longer since he was able to see, so he was used to it. The feline's silverish pelt was graying, his walk more like an unsteady limp as he simply wandered. This was his life now. He had no home, and like all who carry the name Randell, he was hunted by his own father, wanted dead for merely existing. To him, that wasn't all that fair. Everything was simply not fair- a childish complaint, but oh well, there was no way he could change the rare childish thoughts that crept up on him.


    Life wasn't fair. It had been such a long time since he had held the childish belief that life was fair, that life had plans for him. If those plans were to have his family slaughtered by kin, his sight and smell taken away and malnurishment creep up on him, then he didn't want to follow life's plans. He wasn't even sure how he had survived so long with life being seemingly ageist him, but in all honesty, he didn't care. Sometimes he wondered how his only living kin was- his mother and father- but he knew they wanted him dead, right? His father, at least. He wasn't sure what his mother thought.

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    He wasn't on the border, he was past it. He had wandered past it, but stopped on a dime at the sound of another being. Hoovebeats on the ground, the gentle vibrations it made. It had to be a hooved animal- a horse, maybe. Could have been a deer, but he didn't care. As long as it didn't try to crush him. Clearing his throat, his ears flicked towards the sound of the creature's voice. It sounded young, unlike him. Finally, he spoke up, his older voice cracking only slightly. Oh, how he hated talking. Talking left one plane of thought busy thinking of things to say.


    "Fadedhistory Randell, the only survivor of the Singed's horrific leader. I'm a drifter. I wander to place to place, learning new things in what little time I have left. It appears, judging by all the noise here..." He paused, picking up the movements of two others. Wonderful, he had already attracted a crowd. He hated crowds. When crowds were attracted, he couldn't pinpoint locations as well he as normally could. "... That I've drifted someplace. Do you mind telling me where I've drifted, stranger?" He finally said, his tail flicking slightly.

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    He paused. Ah, so he had found the right place. He had almost headed towards the older WindClan territory, but something just seemed off about it. They surely should have moved- clans don't move as often as drifters, but they still did move be it for vain reasons or otherwise. "There is a dragon here?" He commented, before pausing, trying to pinpoint the dragon from the vibrations in the ground, and the sounds. "You are an awfully small dragon." He stated, turning his head to Shiftingalliances, clearly not getting the fact that the dragon was even smaller then that.


    He cleared his throat once again, sitting down and flicking his ears once again. "This isn't where WindClan used to live. It's different. I cannot tell the landscape- it's too... large. The ground's hard, harder for me to read. Do you mind telling me the landscape?" He relayed entirely off sounds and vibrations in the ground, his eyes and nose completely useless. As such, he couldn't exactly tell that they were in a city. The wind told him nothing of this, the soft hum less like a melody and more like a unstable hum. That's how he could tell it was different.

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    "Ah, I'm sorry. The only other dragon I know is Ancienttales. She is about the size of a lion, but grows the most beautiful flowers. I can no longer see the flowers or Ancienttales, as she was captured by the Singed's leader a while back. She is a prisoner now, or maybe she has escaped. I have not heard of her state of health for about a few months." He stated, looking distant. He 'forgot' to mention she was his half sister, but that was not important. At least, to him it was. His only siblings would be Reconteemo and Jinxedworld, and he was pretty sure both were dead.


    He turned his head, offering a respectful nod towards Thunderstreak, Shiftingalliances, and Liberatedblazes. He otherwise didn't speak much, for he did not have much to say. "Windy city? An interesting name for a clan borne of the name of Wind. I believe this wind repersents your connection to SkyClan, if I remember correctly. They say wind can carry the voices of spirit from the spirit realm to the real realm, allowing up to hear what they have to say. However, this is simply an old tale that may or may not be real." He rambled on. "Why'd you move? Your older territory felt much more... natural. Real."

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    Maybe Aux asks Faded about what he knows about vampirisem out of 'pure curiosity', since the drifting elder seems to know a lot about a lot? I dunno, just haven't seen a vampire character in a while, should be fun.

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    I don't pay attention to the announcements board all that often( I check in, like, once a month ) and teleportation has a new description. '...within sight distance...' could mean a lot of things. Does Supersenses still extend this range, or no?

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    Silence. That was all there was for a few moments, the blind elder most likely unable to climb up the stairs to join. He was blind. However, using super senses, he was able to figure out the locations of the floating isles. He stared at it for many moments from a large distance, only able to 'see' somewhat when using super senses. No colors, just general shapes. However, he had heard of the place during his travels, and had seen BlizzardClan many moons ago. He couldn't even remember the past leader's name, but the guys back them seemed alright.


    Normally he would only visit, coming and going as he pleased and answering questions about how the clans were a long time ago and his own knowledge. However, things changed quite quickly when malnourishment struck and you couldn't see or smell. It wasn't exactly easy hunting when you've lost two very important senses, and it wasn't exactly easy when you constantly needed to take a moment to catch your breath. with a huff, the loner pinned his ears and focused on the border of the main island, having to make sure his aiming was perfect.


    Suddenly in the blink of the eye, he disappeared from his current spot and moved so suddenly in both spirit and body. Teleporting felt like being stabbed in the chest with a fishing hook, then being violently pulled as if you had died before suddenly reappearing in a new place. Arriving at his location, the border of the main island, the blind being stared forward with his scarred eyes, coughing and catching his breath. Oh, how he hated teleporting, but he didn't know any other way to get up there. His ears kept alert for the signs of life- movement towards his location, most likely.

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    ...


    * creeps over here slowly. *


    Heyo straaaaangerrrsss, I had my first character in BlizzardClan like a million years ago, and I forgot who it was, so like hello I'm bringing Faded here since elderly cat is elderly and really he's an old character

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    full name - Fadedhistory Randell
    meaning - He doesn't believe in letting the past catch up with him.
    why you chose the name - Like his own self, his past is 'faded', or distant.
    aliases - Fade, Shade, Faded, History, Storybook
    past names(first to last) - Gleamkit, Gleampaw, Crossedpaw, Fallenpaw, Fallendestiny, Crosseyed, Crosseyes(marked time when he received his scars over his eyes), Tales of the Ancient, Dustypast, Hiddenyore, Memories of the Ages, Memorylost, Fadedmemory, Fadedhistory




    IDENTITY
    gender - Male
    sexuality - Straight
    romantic orientation - Straight
    religion - Singed's Followers
    species - 95% LaPerm Feline, 5% Russian Blue




    PSYCHOLOGY
    personality type - INTP
    likes - Other felines, ghosts, knowledge, freedom of movement and will, justice, and strength in the heart and mind.
    dislikes - Vanities, favoritism, laziness, unsureness, not knowing something, being alone, general unsecureness, not being able to hear a person moving, and dragons.
    turn ons - Caring people, other blind beings, human-hating beings.
    turn offs - Dragons, flight, teleportation, someone who things 'beauty over brains.'




    in depth personality - Fadedhistory is a very practical cat. If you don't need it, you shouldn't go through the time and effort to have it. If you merely 'want' something, that is not an excuse to go get it or waste time trying to get others to do it for you. He enjoys being around non-vain people, and motions that anything out of the acts of vanity or revenge should be treated as something wrong or ill fated.




    Due to having a half sibling who was a dragon and was raised much better then he was, he has grown to hate dragons, even to the point in which it's impractical. He won't respect a dragon's orders or follow a dragon's lead, because he always things of his half sister whenever he senses the dragon's movement or species. He doesn't want to be reminded of her.




    He will spend extensive time studying a topic before making a choice, and often ponders the meaning or life or thinks over his past actions, wondering how he could make them better. If he doesn't know about something that someone else does know about, he will go out of his way to learn about it. He enjoys swapping stories about knowledge rather then battle or hunting.




    He believes strongly in 'only take what you can provide' for clans, and as such, he is practically starving himself while trying to hunt for BlizzardClan. He rarely eats due to the fact he rarely catches anything, and as such, he often ends up in an ill state or severely underfed due to his many disadvantages when it comes to hunting. Being blind and unable to smell don't help much.




    He gets grouchy when he is in pain or someone is discussing battles or fights. He feels he's 'too old to be a part of your war games,' due to the fact he spent most of his life as an unassisted loner who couldn't see. He feels that someone should earn respect instead of demand it, and that is why he used to avoid clans. However, he can no longer hunt for himself, so as such he has to stay in one just so he won't starve to death.




    He finds most kittens who act old adorable, due to the fact they act as if they had seen and felt all the horrors he had seen and felt. Even known reincarnations don't earn respect from him until they are of apprentice age, in which they are able to provide for the clan instead of leech off it like they often do. He also swore to never have kittens. Ever.




    He often distrusts the use of magic or the reliance off of magic, because he was around when most of these powers didn't even exist. With the growing rise of powers and magical creatures, he often has to trust his wits or his close friends, to which he has none. Even though he rarely uses his powers, using one for even the shortest amount of time will give him a migraine.




    (( WIP ))




    PHYSICAL
    overall ability out of ten - 2/10
    weaknesses - Elderly cat, extremely old and cannot move as much as he used to. Slow to use powers and generally overall not built for fighting. Has an extreme fear of fire. Suffers from moderate malnourishment.
    strengths - Willpower
    fur color - Graying out silver bengle
    fur patterns - Spotted pelt with a graying out muzzle, a stripe on his back and two white sock markings on his front paws
    eye color - (Originally - Forest Green)Distant, pale green.
    height - 9.2 inches
    weight - unknown
    body build - Extremely skinny
    mutations - N/A




    in depth appearance - Standing at 9.2 inches, this skinny feline is a normal height compared to other cats his age. His once silver bengle pelt is now faded, the patterned spots covering him now shrunken and small compared to the other bengles he knew. His muzzle has entirely grayed out and both his ears and tail fade to a soft ash-like color.




    He has a darker stripe down his back, an torture scar from when he was thrown into a fire and killed. His tailtip and ears are 'faded' to a soft ash like color from this burning as well. The strip extends from the very top of his head, between his ears, and all the way down his back and almost covering his entire tail.




    He has a white underbelly which as also grayed out, and it extends to the middle of his back legs and doesn't go down any of his legs. Signs show of what used to be marking covering the belly as well, but they had long since vanished from the time he played with the manipulation of pelt magic. He had not changed it since, the rest is natural.




    His skin clings tightly to his bones to show his malnourishment while his fur is extremely curly and stiff. There is no place where he had lost fur, oddly enough. His fur is like that of any LePerm's but less sever, possibly pointing to the fact he is a very small amount of Russian blue. His fur offers him little to no protection from the cold or rain.




    Two 'X' marks cover his eyes, old torture wounds inflicted by his only brother, Reconteemo. He also has small scratched marks on his back and near the base of his tail, as if someone had once tried to cut it off but failed or had been stopped midway through the procedure. It has clear he had seen many a battle and war due to these old, covered scars.




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    OTHER
    powers - Flavor manipulation, teleportation, super senses, phasing/ghostmode, elderhood
    relationship status - open, but not looking
    parents - Opal Randell(Mother) x Marcus Randell(Father)
    siblings - Ancienttales(Half), Reconteemo, Jinxedworld
    offspring - N/A
    other relations - Connections to the Randell, Starke, Grimm, and another family I can't name off the top of my head. Major HPR.
    based off anyone - Nope.
    items owned - A music box that plays this tune. An old brown feather, clearly from a barn own.




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    The LePerm feline's curly hair stood out- as his roleplayer forgot to mention in the first post, whoops- and clung tightly to his pelt. Even with the signs of malnourishment he endured, it seems the elder was resilient, standing shock still and silent. His graying coat could even make him mistakable for a statue, had it not been for how his eyes were both horrifically scarred. Flicking his ears in the direction of the voice and the sound of movement, he felt only the faintest of vibrations in the ground. Ah, wonderful, something small was speaking to him.


    Clearing his throat, the loner turned his head towards the kitten, however merely stared straight past him with unblinking, pale green eyes. "Fadedhistory Randell." He at first stated, pausing and wondering if he should claim he was visiting, or actually say what he was here to do. He reminded himself that the truth was powerful, and that he should not mess with it, and as such spoke up again. "I'm here to join, stranger." He merely stated, not saying anything else then that. What else should he have said? 'You're tiny?' That would be rude.

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    - Used to be in one of my first plots- one of the three 'siblings' who made up the deathly hallows from harry potter. He was the invisibility cloak.
    - One of my first characters, actually went around being nomad-y for the longest of whiles, until muse died and I just dropped him
    - The tips of his ears, tail, and back are signed, marking he used to be in the Singed'd army. He left since he was forced to be in it since his pa was the leader.
    - His father scarred his eyes. He can never close them. It hurts like hell.
    - He believes both of his siblings(Reconteemo of SkyClan and Jinxedworld of BloodClan) are dead, but in all honesty they are simply inactive.
    - He loves the smell of sawdust, even though he can't smell.
    - He's been blind for ICly over eight years(He's twelve years old), but has ALWAYS been a loner until he just joined BlC.
    - He's the only one of his siblings that hasn't died once yet, and he's the one with the hard life.
    - He can suffer from flashbacks from when someone touches his eyes or tries to put water in his eyes. This reminds him of his father, and puts him in more pain then when they are when they're dry.
    - His eyes used to be a dense forest green, but are now dulled and faint, losing color quickly.
    - Would love to have conjuration, but he got flavor manip instead. He's quite pissed about this.
    - Unlike his normally cold attitude, he would give his life for a kitten's. Anyone older then the age of six moons he could care less about.
    - Hates vanities of any kind. If it's not necessary, you don't need it.
    - Knows how to fight with a dagger, but most likely would stab a friend or ally instead of the enemy due to blindness.
    - He can see rough shapes and images when using Super Senses, but he can't use powers for extended periods of time.
    - He hates rain and snow, for the same reason he hates beings touching his eyes.
    - Even though his half sister Ancienttales is a dragon, he despises them.
    - When he dies of natural causes, he's staying dead.


    Eh that's it for now I guess

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    His name was something he couldn't exactly remember all that much about. Only changed it, like, what... eight times? He wondered why he was thinking about this now, before pushing the thoughts to the back of his head for later review. He didn't have the time to sit around and contemplate the meaning of life right now. One of his ears flicking over to Lily as he heard the creature's movements, be paused for a moment. "It is nice to meet you Riddlerskit and Lily." He stated, before softly adding on something. "But, yes. I could most likely pinpoint the camp after some time wandering around, however I would like to accept your offer, Riddlerskit." He stated, nodding his head faintly.

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    He wandered over towards the sound and vibrations of movement, stopping when he knew he was within earshot. Only arriving in time to hear someone saying the phrase 'redecorating,' he stopped himself from laughing. So, day one here and he already was coming across someone who found vanities something that wasn't completely useless? He couldn't change anyone's mind, but the recent joiner simply sat down, staring blankly ahead with blind eyes while flicking his ears. He couldn't do much to help, unless he wanted to make something taste better, which was the only power that didn't give him a migraine.

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    Ummmh


    It's faint, but I remember back when they lived on the mountains


    they had like two moves after that, then I went inactive.


    Now they're on these isles and it confuses me.


    Also, sure to both! Could you make the threads?

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    The elder wandered over, his unblinking blind eyes staring into the distance, only his ears focused on the sound of someone's voice. A meet and greet? Simple, classic, old fashioned. However, some good things simply don't die, and one of those good things happened to be the habit of hosting meet and greets, thinking you'd just learn something about someone by just knowing their name. A good game would be better, but then again, he was getting a little bit old for a game. Sitting down with a grunt, the elder spoke up. "Fadedhistory Randell." He stated, not even looking in the direction of Blue.

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    //I'm sorry.


    "Who'd like to hear of the tale of the Singed's fallout? I'd be making my lazy self useful." He annouced, laying down on a flat rock, sunning himself a bit. It seems he had nothing else to do, but storytelling was something he could do. He couldn't see or smell, so he wasn't that much of a hunter. Luckily, his hearing and feeling was amazing, heightened by the strength of the ability of Super senses. As such, he could pinpoint locations via that, but often got lost. That's why he stayed in camp, pondering the meaning of life and why the heck he hasn't wandered off the islands yet.