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  • || 10 bucks says no one [Open - elder joining] remembers me ||

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    eric approached with a neutral, though interested, expression. he remembered snowclan. and mosaicstar. but it had been many, many lives ago, and his memories were foggy.
    he dipped his head in respect to the older female, though didn't introduce himself. he couldn't, exactly.

  • ( don't give me up ) -- open, joining

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    eric smiled and dipped his head in greeting to the canine. reaching out, he wrote once again.
    i've resided in blizzardclan in many lives. in my most recent, i was a deputy. at the start of feliks' reign. has anything changed then?
    he decided not to put his name; he'd been a woman in that life, and didn't want anybody assuming anything. to be fair though, he'd been a woman in dozens of lives, and a man in just as many.

  • i'm baaaack.

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    heyyyy people.
    i used to roleplay pan, or mira before she died.
    so, she's mostly-reincarnated into eric.
    but yep, i'm back with a new account.

  • LOST AND FOUND ++ character development

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    eric would usually be walking in dreams at this hour, though he didn't consider himself to be one to abuse the ability. he'dcome across many who did, who found a sleeping creature and helped themselves to minds in their weakest state.
    but the brothers at the monastery taught him of the things that happened to those who did so, and he resisted the temptation of dreams, even when he knew he could turn nightmares into sweet nothings.
    so, eric had decided the spend the night with the moon and all of her beauty, when he'd heard the female scream. the familiar cry of a night terror; he'd treated them many times before.
    standing, he trotted into the camp and followed the sound, finding sweetpaw. the deputy had clearly had a hard one and he gave her a concerned one, a paw darting out and writing, quickly.
    are you alright?

  • New guys [open + gifts from tc]

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    eric approached and, though unable to speak, gave the stranger a bewildered, concerned look. it appeared the male was determined to deliver the basket, even at the cost of his own health.

  • ( the rain is falling on my windowpane ) -- felik & joe, open to others

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    eric had actually written out, on paper, the notes he had for the leaders. he thought that perhaps familiarizing himself with his old friends would, hopefully, rest the uneasy spirit of mirajane, which had pulled him here. setting down two copies of the same note, the male waited patiently, unable to actually speak to them himself.


    dear feliks and joe,
    it has been quite a while, old friends! i'm glad to see that you both seem to be doing well. thought i may not exactly appear to be so, i am, indeed, mirajane. after i passed away, i found myself reincarnated, as i have been many times before.
    in this life, i'm afraid i'm unable to speak. i became a monk at a young age, and took a vow of silence for as long as my monastery stands. my vows have also caused me to refrain from violence or consuming meat, as long at the monastery stands. but the memories and spirit of mirajane tugged at me and lead me here, no doubt to continue a life lost too young.
    yes, i'm aware that i am a male, under the name of eric. as you may recall, i've lead many lives, and fit into many genders and paths along the way, and i am completely male, both mentally and physically, in this life. and, due to a different upbringing, i act a bit different in this life aswell.
    as always, i've been blessed with many abilities in this life. i'm still able to sense things from afar, and i've gained the abilities of sensing emotions of others, as well as walking in the dreams of those who consent to me doing so.
    i hope that we'll be able to catch up, as it has been a very long time and i'm curious as to what i've missed in the time i've been gone.


    ((heyyy! miss me? no? it's okay. but i'm back, because i can't stay away from this place. it's a second home to me. as you can see, i just made a new account all together. so, yep, back.))

  • New guys [open + gifts from tc]

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    erik reached a paw a few inches forward, letting it rest on the ground and giving the male a small nod, hoping to communicate that he hoped the lionguard would be okay. it was a very mira move; the former deputy had always been concerned for everyone.
    glancing at sweetpaw and back at the thunderclanner, her tipped his head to the side, also curious at her question.

  • ON TOP THE WORLD | open - invite

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    eric tipped his head from side to side as he contemplated the thought before smiling, giving a small nod. it sounded fun; he'd participate in some of the simpler parts of this.

  • JINGLES BELLS | CHRISTMAS IN JULY - REINDEER RIDES SIDE EVENT

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    this wasn't something he'd seen before.
    he knew all about christmas, that was nothing new. but he'd never seen anybody go so...all out with it.
    eric, though uneasy, decided to get into the spirit and slowly climbed into the sleigh, taking a seat in the corner, unsure of how this would go. he just hoped he wouldn't die.

  • ( tattooed knuckles on my thigh boy ) -- open, joining

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    maybe shadowclan wasn't up his ally. the place seemed a little too child dominated, and it made him feel like shit for never talking to his own children. after all, he'd heard his own daughter couldn't hardly walk with a mangled foot. and his son was apparently a mute monk. his own son, a monk; there had to be an issue somewhere.
    he'd always had a thing for cardgames. and, with the skill of counting cards, he'd always been good at them. so, why not join a great big casino? sounded good to him.
    as the male approached the border, powdery blue eyes observing the other side, he took a seat, waiting for someone to come interrogate him.

  • Violent Struggles -Open ++ Power Discovery-

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    the amount of women in this place made him even further enjoy it. hopefully, at least a few were straight or bisexual.
    approached, he arched a brow and smiled. "well, that's a might interestin' ability you got there, darlin'." the southern feline said with a small chuckle.

  • wake up you need to make money ; VISITING

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    fashionably late, public approached and nodded to the male, glancing between him and the vice-leader. "y'all are siblin's?" he asked, a curious look on his face. he was still trying to figure everyone out in this place.