Posts by Morrissey

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]He wasn't too sure about joining one of these clans he'd heard about, but the night before a deep session of thought made him convince himself to perhaps give it a shot. BlizzardClan would be the first attempt to settle down in and with a group of people - that is, if he found such not absolutely nerve-racking or irritating and instead enjoyable; but the two emotions he wasn't wanting to endure were pretty easy to make him feel.

In fact, he couldn't stand the majority of people, society. Add that with his default personality of being irked or peeved and judgmental all at the same time, such wasn't a good mix. But people could grow on him of course, and he could grow on people.

Luckily for Morrissey, his appearance made him a bit more likable to some who valued others by looks. An attractive jet black cat who was lean and somewhat lanky, he had two obvious mutations: one wasn't that big of a deal, just an unnatural eye color (a deep blue) for a pelt with no white on it, and the other was once a short, dark ebony mane that matched his pelt, but it had been trimmed and styled into a messy and slightly curly pompadour haircut. Included in the Morrissey looks package was some thick rimmed glasses, like the ones some stereotypical hipster would wear. But he wasn't such. Or atleast, that's what he thought.

Wearing a face that was nearly blank except for the barely noticeable upward tug at the corners of his mouth, angst's very embodiment waited to be interrogated.

/ mobile, oops :^(

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[font=georgia]/ aaaaay :^))

The corners of his mouth tugged up just a bit more, pleased with a quick questioning. He had patience, but that still didn't mean he wanted to wait long or anything for someone to stumble along. "Why yes, you can," Morrissey replied, voice barely somewhat in the deeper spectrum with the slight sound of a British, maybe Irish, mixed in but barely surfacing when he spoke. "I'm wanting to join. If it's not much of a bother, that is."

Now, while he had much negativity inside of him, he was still decent. Yeah, he was vain and somewhat on the arrogant side, but he had manners and wasn't a full-on ass unless need be. "My name is Morrissey if that is needed."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]/ SCREECHING
U BET IT IS

Ah, so far they didn't seem too bad - the youths were certainly nice and not in that annoying or obviously fake way. Right now, they seemed rather tolerable. Returning Riddlerspaw's grin with his own small however charming smile, more words would smoothly roll out of his open maw as he addressed their greetings and so on. "My, what a welcome. If you didn't catch my name before, I'm Morrissey." The male figured he'd throw it out there again since new people were making appearances.

Morrissey's sharp blue visionaries switched off from the majority of the small crowd and focused on Reconnaissancekit upon hearing his offer. "No tour is needed. I'd rather take things in by myself. But much appreciation for the offer." When he talked, he looked as if seconds before he was processing something, thinking. Though, it wasn't because the tom was dimwitted, unable to follow simple conversation. He was just always full of thought, and at times it showed somewhat.

For a second, he zoned out. But the clearing of a throat knocked him out of the unseen trance of deep thought. "Hm. Nice to meet you as well," Morrissey meowed back to Arcade Gannon, a bit more at rest after the staring ceased and he had found out this strangers name.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]"Well, that was more than just a little goofy," Morrissey thought, but he'd dismiss his rude, mentally spoken words. Letting out a "tsk, tsk, tsk," he shook his head as he padded to the edge of the shore. "Impressive, Hakuna. I expected you to do some sort of flop and regret it once you felt some sting, but instead you had some decent form. I applaud you." The tom threw in a small, joking little clap.

He stood there for a minute, debating whether or not he should swim. He knew how, it was just messing up his hair wasn't a idea he was too fond of, and styling - ugh, what a hassle! But, maybe he could just get in deep enough to where his hair wouldn't get wet. Morrissey was sure though he'd probably strangle anyone who decided to splash him and get his do wet, no matter how little or cute the animal. What a pleasant guy!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]Morrissey listened closely to the lyrics to the trespassers song - being the intuitive guy he was, he couldn't help but pay attention to things like that. Summoning a small smirk, the male would speak up. "I used to have a pretty mean waltz, but it wasn't my kind of dance, dearest gentleman." He was mocking this nutcase, and truth be told, he had no problem with any consequences that he could face for doing so. Sometimes the sass was just worth putting your safety on the line, right?

"Mm, maybe you could make the whole dead dance partner thing work out. I'm sure she'd be a bit more flexible." Rolling his blue eyes, Morrissey couldn't help but feel a slight feeling of annoyance tug at him.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]/ what a relief it is to know im not the only person who makes characters based on sports stars omg

Seeing as he didn't recognize this guy, he figured he'd attend and offer a little chit-chat and such. "I'm Morrissey," the tom introduced, examining Patrick before gently pushing his thick rimmed glasses up. The other males name was one of the most human sounding here, oddly enough, so he guessed he'd have a easier time remembering it.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]trackin

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]Aw, Morrissey almost felt a slight tug at his heart strings; emphasis on almost. While he hadn't necessarily lost family, he'd lost the area he was raised to a fire with the cause of it blurred and unknown. Sometimes when it got late at night he would dwell on the subject and harp himself over who could of possibly done it, but such would cease after he reminded himself it was just the past.

Briefly running a paw through his once small however full mane, now the males own little pompadour haircut, Morrissey gave a slight downward tip of his head. "Such sounds about right, Arcade. Do you know of any?" he questioned, blue optics flickering over to the other tom. He had no idea who was nursing here, as he had joined just yesterday.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]About now Morrissey's non-existent eyebrows would of shot upwards for a brief second with surprise before settling down again with a slight smug look. "My, what a bombshell," the tom murmured quietly to himself, wondering what Sweetpaw would say or react with.

Morrissey wasn't touched, however; to be honest, he did worry about his looks and appeal, yet dreaded any ideas of romance. He had no urge or wish to become a lover entwined with another or something. It was just one of those weird, sort of ironic, but definitely complicated things about the tom.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]"Mm, it's good," Morrissey started, giving a quick twitch of his nose to push his glasses up the slightest bit, "but not my taste. What genre would you consider it? Something about it seems house-like to me." Truth be told, the male always had a deep fascination with music - but with more of the stuff that was older or meant to sound that way, lesser known. Some pop hits of the sixties, some lo-fi, or maybe some vaporwave were a few examples of what he would enjoy listening to. Either way, if he had the chance, he'd chat away about music.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]tracking for when moz knows people better >:^)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]thread with moz? :^)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]threads with morrissey, anyone? :^))

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]could you if that's alright? on mobile right now :^(

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]"My, does this please my blue aesthetic," the male lightly joked, casting a glance around with his visionaries of the same hue the party revolved around. Morrissey figured he'd swim later on and play volleyball now instead. Anything was enjoyable if it postponed his hair getting wet. "I'll play a bit, Sweetpaw. Who knows how good I'll be at it, though."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]yes!! join us :^))

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]character name: Morrissey
gender: male
sexual orientation: pansexual (any gender)
romantic orientation: panromantic (any gender)
friendly or romantic: either is fine :^))
related to anyone in the clan?: nope!!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]morrcade?? arrissey?? ;^)) lmao

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]her and morrissey could have an interaction, maybe be friends? i think they could sort of relate personality wise :^)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]Morrissey's ears briefly pinned back, not liking the loud noise. Twitching his nose as he fought giving a irritated look, he approached the stranger with a blank face instead. "Joining? Well, then welcome to BlizzardClan." That was quick and simple - just how he liked it. Morrissey cocked his head to the side, "Do you want a tour?"

Glancing over at Arcade, the corners of his mouth gently tugged up. He seemed scared out of his mind. [b]"Best calm down. I highly doubt this dragon has cruel intentions."