Posts by Threefold

The bear would shamble casually to the border, a bright grin stretched over his maw. He was in a good mood and he hoped all their allies would be too. And if they weren't, he hoped this party would bring a bit of cheer to their lives. Rolling his shoulders as he leaned back on his haunches, Three would glance around before deciding to just call out in hopes that someone heard. He had never been one for patience. "Hey guys! The Sanctuary would like to invite you to our Summer Pool Party!"

// lost in the summer // o, pool party! !

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"HIS HAIR'S A MESS AND HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS YET" & TAGS

The bear would shamble casually to the border, a bright grin stretched over his maw. He was in a good mood and he hoped all their allies would be too. And if they weren't, he hoped this party would bring a bit of cheer to their lives. Rolling his shoulders as he leaned back on his haunches, Three would glance around before deciding to just call out in hopes that someone heard. He had never been one for patience. "Hey guys! The Sanctuary would like to invite you to our Summer Pool Party!"

// lost in the summer // o, pool party! !

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"HIS HAIR'S A MESS AND HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS YET" & TAGS

The Sanctuary and The Overgrowth seemed, in Threefold's opinion, to hold many similar ideals. Perhaps they parted ways as far as religious beliefs, but there was still the base idea that the earth and everything on it was sacred. So, the grizzly bear would approach their border with high hopes for the outcome of his request. And if they declined, then so be it. He would probably still invite them to the pool party. Sitting back on his haunches, the male would tilt his head curiously, glancing around as he waited for someone to approach. "Howdy. Threefold here, Shepherd of the Sanctuary. I'd like to discuss an alliance between our groups if the Overgrowth is interested."

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"HIS HAIR'S A MESS AND HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS YET" & TAGS

"The Sanctuary." He'd answer her question simply, eyes focused on the girl in concern. "Do you remember what happened before you ended up here? You seem sick." He wondered if she had caught something in her travel.. or maybe eaten something? He wasn't sure and he didn't know enough about medicine to be very helpful. Maybe he should just offer to take her home? But he wasn't sure if she was here for a particular reason.

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"HIS HAIR'S A MESS AND HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS YET" & TAGS

There had been a brief moment after he had returned when he had toyed with the idea of following the path of healing. He had found this clan as a child and was essentially raised here for most of his life. He had chased his mentor Bakshi through the ranks of Phantomclan and eventually became leader after Bakshi had died. It was still a painful memory, despite how much time had passed. During his time he had assisted in the merging of Phantomclan and Sylvanclan into the Sanctuary. And then he had left. He wasn't sure what had driven him to leave. The responsibilities, maybe. He had never been one for taking things seriously. Not like Bakshi or Chica who had been far better leaders than he. After he left, he wasn't entirely aware of what happened. There was about a year of memories unaccounted for. Had he died? Perhaps. But he didn't recall dying. Of course, he didn't recall being alive either. It was all very confusing and because he didn't understand it, he decided to just ignore all of it. So he just stepped back into the life of the Sanctuary as if he hadn't left. Except he found himself fascinated with helping people instead of leading them. He felt he would be better at that and had always intended to ask Destrian to teach him about herbs. Yet he never got around to that and Des had disappeared and Chica had made him leader. So there he was, leading again. Somehow finding himself back in this same position. Except the thing was, he still kind of wanted to heal. The problem, however, was that he had absolutely no idea which plants were which and what was used for what.

He was never very book smart, but he was at least making an attempt. Some sort of botany textbook was sitting open at his feet while he stared down at a daisy and tried to decipher what the fuck a stigma or a stamen was. "Why are these words so complicated.." He complained to no one in particular, the words on the pages seeming to blur together into a jumble of incomprehensible nothingness. He just wanted to learn how to grow things, but these books made it all so complicated.

// SMO

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"HIS HAIR'S A MESS AND HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS YET" & TAGS

"Ah, yeah that'd be awesome if you could." He'd grin brightly, aware that she seemed slightly nervous. He often got a bit of interest considering his size, and occasionally he missed being a regular cat, but honestly he was pretty sure he couldn't ever hurt someone. At least.. intentionally. He was capable of accidentally sitting on someone.. and that wasn't really that much of a stretch for him. Three made a mental note to pay more attention to where he sat down from now on.

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He's squinting down at the page, expression contorted into something like a cross between intense concentration and constipation. He didn't hear Smokeystages approach and didn't even realize he was there until a voice broke into his thoughts. Three jolts and it's a bit weird to see a massive bear so shocked but as he realizes it's just a clan mate, his posture relaxes and a grin spreads across his maw. "Oh hey, man. Yeah, this stuff is whack, I don't know how anyone understands this." He leaned back, head shaking slightly, and forgets the book for a moment, focusing on Smo as he retrieves a flower from his pocket. "Oh, whoa! That's neat, you just carry those around with you? That's cool- oh wait, hey! That's the thing.. from the book.." He returns his attention to the page that shows a diagram of the same flower that Smo is now holding and grins. "It's.. uh.. It's like an.. egg.. flower.. um..-" he looks from the white and yellow flower in Smo's paw down to the small text beneath the picture in the book, "-a daisy! Yeah, that's what it is." He nods as if really knows what's going on.

When the guy actually offers to help him learn, Three perks up. "Dude, that would be awesome." He agrees genuinely, round ears flickering excitedly. He realizes after a second that he now has to figure out what exactly he wanted to learn. Oh man, he hadn't thought that far ahead.. "Uh, I was thinking about trying to grow some herbs and flowers and stuff outside my house but I was pretty sure I'd kill all of them so I was trying to figure out how to not do that.. I also think learning about healing would be cool too, so.. y'know, basically whatever you want to teach me." He shrugs casually, open to learning whatever Smokeystages feels like sharing so long as he isn't being a bother to the sighthound.

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"HIS HAIR'S A MESS AND HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS YET" & TAGS

you wanted to start with them already sort of knowing each other right?

i can definitely edit this post if you want it different! c: /

Three didn't have a ton of friends. He had Chica, who had been his best friend since they were kids, and Smokeystages, who had recently started teaching him about herbs. That was about it, considering he didn't often get out of the Sanctuary. So having bumped into Flynn a few times and feeling like they'd really hit it off, Three was determined to secure this as another friendship. The grizzly was balancing a tray in his jaws as he lumbered through the grass, his cheerful grin a bit awkward in appearance considering the plate in his teeth. Finally he found a nice spot to set the tray down and he cast a quick glance around, olive eyes glinting curiously. "Hey Flynn! Remember when I said I make the best cookies you'll ever taste? Did I ever mention that? Uh.. well, if I didn't, then I am now. Because I do. And I brought these to prove it." He smirks as he pulls the cloth off the plate to reveal a few stacks of fresh cookies. "I made a bunch of chocolate chip - because those are the best - but there's also some sugar ones and raisin ones because I wasn't sure what you liked." He had felt sort of dirty making raisin cookies. It was like blasphemy. Ugh. There had been a time when he couldn't imagine why anyone would want to ruin perfectly good cookies with raisins. And now look at him, a total hypocrite. But he really wanted Flynn to like his cookies.. Because he needed to build his reputation as an amazing baker, that was all.. Anyway, the boy broke his gaze away from the cookies and glanced around once more. "Hey dude, where are you?"

flynn m.

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"No problem, guys, glad you all could make it." The grizzly would offer a casual grin to the first arrivals, plopping down on the grass off to the side. He'd watch Aurum curiously as the griffon took a cookie. Trying to curb his enthusiasm, Three would wait until after the guy had eaten it then pipe in with, "They're good, right? I'm thinking of entering some contests." He wasn't actually, but if there was a competition somewhere for grizzly bears who baked cookies then you bet your ass he would.

Briefly, his attention was caught by Dettlaff, who seemed pretty much exhausted. "Dettlaff, you alright, man? You look like you need a nap.. Or a beer." He'd shoot the other leader a smile, though his eyes glinted in slight concern. The next to arrive seemed to be from the Colour Command and Threefold would wave brightly to him. "Help yourself to anything." He'd encourage with a small gesture around the area.

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— name

threefold | three

— name origin

adv. three times the number or amount

— gender

cisgender male | he/him

— age

physically 2 yearss | spiritually 2 years | mentally 2 yearss | real time

— sexuality

pansexual panromantic

— clan/rank

the sanctuary | shepherd (leader)

—previous clans/ranks

phantomclan/sanctuary | leader

— titles

na

— unofficial titles

na

— voiceclaim | faceclaim

tba | tba

— appearance

[ birth ] | domestic feline | health 100%

Three is a calico tabby (caliby) He is anaverage looking tom cat, not particularly muscular or large but not oddly small. His fur is a mixture of oranges, greys and whites, with darker stripes accompanying each splash of color. His eyes are a shiny olive green, and portray most of his emotions and expressions, as his mouth is almost always wrapped in white bandages. He doesn't actually bleed from the mouth anymore, but when he was a child, the inside of his mouth and throat were mutilated - rendering him mute - and he was so horrified by it he didn't want anyone to ever see it, so he kept bandaging it even after his wounds were healed. He was reincarnated and has a body that is still mute, but no longer missing a tongue. Despite this, he still feels more comfortable with bandaging his maw. Threefold also wears a tattered, silver-white hood that ties off in front of his chest. Beneath the hood, he wears a wayfinder necklace that is a dark olive green, like his eyes. This cannot be seen by anyone unless he pulls it out and was given to him by his old girlfriend who disappeared a long time ago.

[ main ] | grizzly bear | health 100%

Despite the typical idea of bears being terrifying in appearance, Three is anything but. He looks more like a massive teddy bear with claws and fangs. So maybe a bit terrifying. But that's only because he doesn't look like he knows how to handle those claws or fangs. He's quite large, and as a result very awkward in his movements, not very good at controlling such a large body. He has shaggy chestnut fur, almost fluffy in a goofy, ungroomed way. His feet are practically comedically large and he looks about as nonthreatening as a bear can look. He no longer wears a hood or his necklace, but has the same olive green eyes, just a bit smaller and deeper set in a bear-like way.

— overview

tba ; goofy, kind, immature

— likes

birds

home

friends

good people

shopping carts

baking cookies

— dislikes

fights

anger

death

being alone

cheesy romance/chic flick movies

— parents

npc mother x npc father (who ripped out his tongue)

— siblings

npc sisters

— children

none

— mentorships

was mentored by bakshi

— romantic relationships

none

— close friends/trusts

chicagocrimes

— enemies/does not trust

none

— birth date

february 12, 2016

— creation date

february 8, 2016

GENERAL:

✧ THREEFOLD | THREE | "BIRD GUY" "DORK"

✧ phantomclan |

✧ young adult | 3 years physically, 3 years mentally | real time

✧ cisgender male, he/him [♂] | prefers masculine pronouns

✧ resides in the sanctuary | shepherd (leader)

✧ no official titles

✧ pansexual & panromantic | single | [1] crushes

✧ note: platonic relationships are easy to make

IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

✧ former leader of phantomclan/co-founder of the sanctuary

✧ used to be mute and used a snowy owl named genesis or telepathy to communicate

✧ has a telepathic bond with genesis (can feel her thoughts and emotions)

✧ likes to bake cookies

✧ sometimes has panic attacks around blood/death

PHYSICALITY:

✧ DOMESTIC FELINE | HEALTH: 100%

✧ Three is a calico with tabby stripes. He is fairly average, not particularly muscular or large but not oddly small. His fur is a mixture of oranges, greys and whites, with darker stripes accompanying each splash of color. His eyes are a shiny olive green, and portray most of his emotions and expressions, as his mouth is almost always wrapped in white bandages. He doesn't actually bleed from the mouth anymore, but when he was a child, the inside of his mouth and throat were mutilated - rendering him mute - and he was so horrified by it he didn't want anyone to ever see it, so he kept bandaging it even after his wounds were healed. He was reincarnated and has a body that is still mute, but no longer missing a tongue. Despite this, he still feels more comfortable with bandaging his maw. Threefold also wears a tattered, silver-white hood that ties off in front of his chest. Beneath the hood, he wears a wayfinder necklace that is a dark olive green, like his eyes. This cannot be seen by anyone unless he pulls it out and was given to him by his old girlfriend who disappeared a long time ago.

✧ GRIZZLY BEAR | HEALTH: 100%

✧Despite the typical idea of bears being terrifying in appearance, Three is anything but. He looks more like a massive teddy bear with claws and fangs. So maybe a bit terrifying. But that's only because he doesn't look like he knows how to handle those claws or fangs. He's quite large, and as a result very awkward in his movements, not very good at controlling such a large body. He has shaggy chestnut fur, almost fluffy in a goofy, ungroomed way. His feet are almost comedically large and he looks about as nonthreatening as a bear can look. He no longer wears a hood or his necklace, but has the same olive green eyes, just a bit smaller and deeper set in a bear-like way.

PERSONALITY:

✧ MBTI TYPE | HUFFLEPUFF | CANDOR | CHAOTIC GOOD

✧ CHARISMATIC | KIND | AMUSING | FRIENDLY

✧ IMMATURE | PECULIAR | GOOFY | VACUOUS

✧ OBNOXIOUS | INAPPROPRIATE | CLINGY | OVER-PROTECTIVE

COMBAT & INTERACTION:

✧ rarely antagonizes others | doesn't start fights

✧ gives mercy | rarely kills | will sometimes run away

✧ mentors no one

✧ no weapons

✧ physically medium, mentally hard | overall medium

✧ telepathy

✧ mention Threefold when needed | attack in bold