Posts by Inigo B.

^GENERAL

^{☼ inigo (laslow) borealis}

^{☼ none}

^{☼ 8 months}

^{☼ june thirteenth}

^{☼ male}

^{☼ he/him}

^{☼ vahalla + tosas}

^PHYSICALITY

^{☼ DOMESTIC FELINE | DEFAULT | HEALTH: 100%}

^{he is a long, thin blue point domestic feline with heterochromia. he has one light blue eye and one dark blue eye.}

^PERSONALITY

^{flirty, optimistic, shy}

He has been travelling for quite a while, and it is only a matter of time before the handsome young man finds himself on Valhalla territory, feeling himself engulfed in an odd, unified scent. There is no stopping him when he steps foot into the chilly, marshy land, a shiver runs down his spine when his paw pad makes soft contact with the damp earth. Laslow is aware that this place isn't very ideal for his finer tastes, but he has voyaged a long way and frankly, the inexperienced mercenary would take what he could get.

There is a fire within him, one that intends to spread happiness in joy in dire times. He comes equipped with nor a sword nor shield, but his hopeful expression of jubilee is enough for the boy. A blue pointed tail swishing against the floor of the marsh, Laslow seats himself, taking in his surroundings with vigor. Another day was only another chance to do something correct, to meet new people. Perhaps he would even meet a lovely lady, and they could go out for a meal, I am getting ahead of myself! Exclaims the gray-haired boy in his mind, snorting at himself. I must at least think about asking her first! Now, perhaps this way of thinking is rather odd to others, it feels as if there is no optimism to speak of in any of these clans. Laslow believes that is why he was sent here, to spread joy and laughter.

But it starts with one place, this place. And for now, the young feline must wait - he knows how this goes - wait at the border, become initiated. While his loyalty, above all, belongs to his duty, there is no harm in staying a while and settling down.

"speech."

i'll take the blame for this tragedy —— tags.

he's eight months old and resides in a domestic feline body.

he is an exceptional dancer but he is a little bit shy about it!

his whole thing is he feels like he exists to spread joy and make others happy, often times sacrificing his own happiness

he flirts with everyone but it mostly attracted to feminine-identifying people

he is open to anything within reason : )

"speech."

i'll take the blame for this tragedy —— tags.

/can't decide where i want to put him so trying out many places, shamelessly copy and pasted this thread sorry

He has been travelling for quite a while, and it is only a matter of time before the handsome young man finds himself on BlizzardClan territory, feeling himself engulfed in an odd, unified scent. There is no stopping him when he steps foot into the chilly land of the floating archipelago, a shiver runs down his spine when his paw pad makes soft contact with the earth. Laslow is aware that this place isn't very ideal for his finer tastes, but he has voyaged a long way and frankly, the inexperienced mercenary would take what he could get.

There is a fire within him, one that intends to spread happiness in joy in dire times. He comes equipped with nor a sword nor shield, but his hopeful expression of jubilee is enough for the boy. A blue pointed tail swishing against the floor of the marsh, Laslow seats himself, taking in his surroundings with vigor. Another day was only another chance to do something correct, to meet new people. Perhaps he would even meet a lovely lady, and they could go out for a meal, I am getting ahead of myself! Exclaims the gray-haired boy in his mind, snorting at himself. I must at least think about asking her first! Now, perhaps this way of thinking is rather odd to others, it feels as if there is no optimism to speak of in any of these clans. Laslow believes that is why he was sent here, to spread joy and laughter.

But it starts with one place, this place. And for now, the young feline must wait - he knows how this goes - wait at the border, become initiated. While his loyalty, above all, belongs to his duty, there is no harm in staying a while and settling down.

"speech."

i'll take the blame for this tragedy —— tags.

/couldn't decide where to place him yet so i'm pretty much putting him everywhere also copy/pasted joining thread oof

He has been travelling for quite a while, and it is only a matter of time before the handsome young man finds himself on Valhalla territory, feeling himself engulfed in an odd, unified scent. There is no stopping him when he steps foot into the chilly, desolate land, a shiver runs down his spine when his paw pad makes soft contact with the earth. Laslow is aware that this place isn't very ideal for his finer tastes, but he has voyaged a long way and frankly, the inexperienced mercenary would take what he could get.

There is a fire within him, one that intends to spread happiness in joy in dire times. He comes equipped with nor a sword nor shield, but his hopeful expression of jubilee is enough for the boy. A blue pointed tail swishing against the floor of the marsh, Laslow seats himself, taking in his surroundings with vigor. Another day was only another chance to do something correct, to meet new people. Perhaps he would even meet a lovely lady, and they could go out for a meal, I am getting ahead of myself! Exclaims the gray-haired boy in his mind, snorting at himself. I must at least think about asking her first! Now, perhaps this way of thinking is rather odd to others, it feels as if there is no optimism to speak of in any of these clans. Laslow believes that is why he was sent here, to spread joy and laughter.

But it starts with one place, this place. And for now, the young feline must wait - he knows how this goes - wait at the border, become initiated. While his loyalty, above all, belongs to his duty, there is no harm in staying a while and settling down.

"speech."

i'll take the blame for this tragedy —— tags.

Me! (Ommni)

- I largely believe in astrological signs and I always ask people's signs when I first meet them! As well as MBTI type, etc.

- My favourite animals are peacocks as they are genuinely beautiful creatures and they symbolize awakening and spirituality.

- I have something called maladaptive daydreaming, which sort of branches off anxiety where when I get anxious I retreat to an intensified day dreaming state with plots and characters, etc. It's sort of like dissociation. When I do this I tend to pace around in circles and have an extreme need for musical stimulation. It's super weird but I have learned not to do it as often as I used to via cognitive behavioral therapy.

- I'm a very clean eater and I work out at least three times a week and I meditate on the weekends, but i also love just... doing nothing.

- I am bilingual, I speak English and French

Laslow!

- He is a good dancer.

- His accent doesn't originate from anywhere, he taught it to himself because he thought it would make him seem more appealing to girls - now it's just how he talks.

- His favourite flowers are buttercups

- He is insecure about his height, even though he is the height he should be at eight months old

- He is very bashful and shy, and gets flustered easily

i'll take the blame for this tragedy —— tags.

Perhaps this place is too large for a kit like Kaida, but Laslow himself sees it to be much to small. The limits of this world make him yearn for more, and although he knows that he hasn't seen every location yet, there would come a day where he would, and then what would the traveling boy do? For there were no rafts that could sail him far away from this continent where he could find new land, Laslow is stuck here. But the seemingly infinite supply of people warms his heart, as the population of Agrelos grew, so does his mood. Many people, bustling, that he can cheer up with a smile and a song. There are aspirations in his mind, and while he is busy daydreaming, the call of a small child pulls him from his reverie.

Now, Laslow is a cultured man, and he is fluent in many languages. Well, only like two, but he believes he has the right to gloat, luckily for the child, the traveler understands the meaning of the word "otousan" and he is perplexed, for a moment, before recomposing himself and facing the tiny feline with a warm gaze.

Ah, children are quite adorable, aren't they? They're naive and impressionable, much like Laslow was when he was a kid. In a way, he misses those times dancing with not a care in the world, what the gray-haired body is unaware of is that he has much more growing up to do. While he pushes the thoughts of his own youth from the forefront of his mind, he is now focused on this young girl who seemed to think that he was her dad. No, wait, that can't be right! Perhaps she is simply looking for her dad? Laslow would only jump at the opportunity to play the hero in this situation, so nobly, he calls out in his European-sounding accent.

"Hello young child, you say you're looking for your father?" His voice rings out enthusiastically, facing the child with vigor. There is a jubilant grin on his face.

"speech."

i'll take the blame for this tragedy —— tags.

Laslow isn't expecting the child to be so flustered by his bold statement, he has never really had this effect on people. Many would just ride him off like a scoundrel, this is most certainly new. At her reaction, the young boy gets flustered himself, inexperienced on how to deal with children. Especially ones that could barely speak English.

This situation is certainly new to the boy, and he is scarcely prepared to play a game of hot-or-cold with her, from her broken sentences Laslow can only gather that Kaida is lost, and looking for her father. Maybe if he brings her back to camp her father will be there? But... that could not be right! She came from the other direction! Even an unobservant adolescent like Laslow could see that there was no way she is from the Ruins, her scent is much too unique, Kaida does not hold the scent of the desolate desert on her, she holds... a much more earthen scent, as if she belongs to a place with a lot of greenery. "I see little lady! You're lost." States the blue point. Who then immediately blushes at his own statement. He most certainly has to simplify his speech for her, or else they would get no where. "Where are you from?" He says once more, trying to keep his sentence structure as easy as can be.

"speech."

i'll take the blame for this tragedy —— tags.

No wait. That isn't how this is supposed to go.

Laslow is taken aback by the strangers inquiry. Is this some sort of initiation game? What would happen should he get the question wrong. The kid blushes and looks away. What even is a shark? Oh gods, it was his first day and he was already messing up. But knows, deep down that he's braver than this. Maintaining his composure, the feline manages to mutter out an, "Uh..." Before retreating back into his mind once more.

Sharks, sharks, what did he know about sharks? Were those those odd creatures with the hooves and the long faces? No, those are horses. Any idiot should know that. The blue point pouts in defeat, letting out one more bashful response. "I don't know.... two?" At this point his answer is a shot in the dark, certainly wrong, but most creatures have two rows of teeth, he thinks, perhaps this odd man is trying to deceive him.

"speech."

i'll take the blame for this tragedy —— tags.

/the only franchise i'll rip chars from

Ah, what an adorable little lion cub who was all alone! Laslow was more than excited, it reminded him of only a few days ago when he helped a lost little kitten find her father. Ah, that was a nice time, maybe he would have the opportunity to save this young child. The young adolescent greeted the child with a warm smile, accompanied by his European-like manner of speaking. "Hello there young one! My name is Laslow." His words are charming and sweet, masking his bashfulness. The cub was staring at him... his stare blank, as if he expected something from him. The young teen blushed and waved his paws, he suppose he should get a move on if this was going to go anywhere. "Ah, I get it, you're a little shy. Listen, I just wanted to stay here for a while." He gave a sheepish grin, Laslow wasn't sure if he would actually make a permanent residence in this place, it didn't sit well with him that the ground was squishy, but maybe he would familiarize himself with the creatures of this world.

"speech."

i'll take the blame for this tragedy —— tags.

He has only known Kaida for two minutes, but if anything were to happen to her he would probably scream. Upon the quick hug that was given to his lower forelegs, Laslow blushes, ah, what a good citizen he is! Helping the weak and fragile. This surely is a boost to his ego, smiling to himself in pride, the young man listens to her broken phrases with intent. "You sure did." He meows encouragingly, trying to be as accommodating as possible for the girl. Now, it was time to get her to where she needed to go, and that place happens to be... a place that he has never been before. Great.

Judging by her scent she lives in a lush climate, so probably not the floating islands. Definitely not the whispering pines, the canyon, the marsh. He is very knowledgeable on the landmarks of Agrelos, but chooses not to place names onto these biomes so he does not ruin the surprise. Ah! Perhaps it was the Velu Forest that she lives in! Whatever group occupied that place could perhaps direct him to the Thunderlands if he is wrong, the boy is prepared for a lot of walking. "Young child, do you live in a forest?" Hopefully she knew what that means. "With trees, not big ones, just small ones."

He wishes he is fluent enough in Japanese to get an idea of where she lived, instead he suddenly has a bright idea. Grabbing a stick from a nearby clearing, the boy returns and sketches two trees - an oak, and then a large jungle tree with vines. "Which one dear do you recognize?"

"speech."

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The Sanguine Ruins, huh? He would much rather call it a desert but to each there own, he supposed. At Petra's approached, the boy gave a sly smile, nodding his head. Ah, so there were pretty ladies here! That was always nice, talking to girls always helped calm him down. It was just something about them. "Hello stranger, might I say that you look marvelous on this quiet day." There is playfulness in the feline's tone, he flicks a paw before answering her question politely. While he knows at times his shameless flirting can be unwanted, he is not immune to social customs such as, well... answering other people's questions. "My names people call me, I am Laslow Borealis of the azure sky!" The theatrical felidae let's his words sink in, as if there would be a momentary applause. "But you may call me Laslow. I was looking to stay here, you see, I am a woeful traveler who searches for his forever home."

"speech."

i'll take the blame for this tragedy —— tags.