Posts by Inigo B.

This would be one of many times he would do this speech, putting a paw on his chest his soliloquy rings out. Answering Henry's inquiries. "Many people call me Laslow the handsome, or Laslow of the indigo sky. But we're all friends here! So you may address me by Laslow." His accent adds to his words, making them sound fragrant and theatrical. The young adolescent then is greeted by Wes, who seems to be making a joke. Did this mean we was special? Surely not. He hadn't spoken more than a bible verse's worth of words. But at that, he gives the fellow male only a bashful look before continuing. "I seek somewhere I can take refuge, only for a few days unless I decide this place suits my fancy."

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He travels often, and is familiar with the term anti-clan, neutral, and pro. But he does not care. Everyone is one and the same to him, so it did not matter what Valhalla did, he isn't extremely attached to this place yet anyway, so if the dancer did not like something then he had no qualms in leaving. "Politics are not my strong suit." He begins, scratching the back of his neck. "I believe that allies are allies no matter what their beliefs. We are lucky to have them as comrades and if they are useful to us I see no reason in letting that go. Have you ever considered Valhalla may be a neutral group by nature?." It doesn't make sense to push anti-clan raids if they weren't gonna follow through.

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It seems that Laslow has gathered quite the audience. All this attention makes him a little bit bashful, until they speak and he stifles a chuckle. Yes, it is true that there is a large majority of people who don't appreciate him sweet-talking others. But Laslow wants to argue that they have it all wrong. He isn't making a pass at Petra, not to offend her but he thinks judging by her mature personality and larger form that there is a little bit of an age gap between them, one that would garner looks from others and he understands that. But he hopes when he compliments others that they love themselves a little more, and it seems to have worked judging by the larger feline's slight chuckle. He is glad at least that even if she is laughing at him, he still was able to lift her mood only slightly and that was enough for him.

"Ah, there's no need to worry, kids." He says in his European-like accent, a small shrug of his shoulders releasing the tension and shyness that once invaded him upon their approach. "It is a fair assumption that your dear mother is quite out of my league." The blue point gives what can only be considered a slight grin, before turning his mismatched blue eyes towards the subject of his conversation. He doesn't believe he would ever be able to raise kids with efficiency, so he commends her for that most certainly. He then responds to Firefly's question, a look of uncertainty on his gaze. "Instead of teasing me, why don't you focus on the positive instead? I got quite a laugh from someone at least."" He gives a dashing smile, unbothered by the young cub's attempt at a chirp, before listening to what is said next.

The young feline wrinkles his nose at her statement. It is only fair that he is kept under close watch, there was no telling where he'd go after this and were he to get in trouble for merely wandering then so be it. But he wonders, what group does the "Ruins" have a problem with? He would be sure in the future, if he were to ever visit those places, that Laslow would do it once he was far from the Ruin's mind. "There's no need to worry, love, I wouldn't harm a flea on anyone elses' head. Unless I was asked to nicely, of course." As a mercenary by hire, it was not often that he saw the battlefield unless there was some sort of payment involved. Not money, more so food, secrets, smiles. He has no need for currency when all he needs can be fetched from the land himself.

"So, now, which way do I go to meet more bright and positive people like you four?"

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Laslow would never be mad at children protecting their parent. He only wishes he'd have done the same for his mother before she died, wherever she is now. Laslow follows Petra like a lost puppy as she begins to speak, noting her usage in words as she references the nature of the other Ruiners. At that, he is a little bit off-putted. He only hopes his cheery ways would be enough to lighten their mood. "I sure do hope to see their smiles soon! If all else fails, I can cheer them up. Did you know I am quite an exceptional dancer? I come from a long line of them." He is proud of this fact, although many say it makes him seem feminine, he is proud of his unique talent, and hopes to show it off soon.

Then he realizes how in the dark he is about clan life, he should at least start by learning the identifications of those around him. Starting with the lovely lady - who in his opinion seems to be the friendliest, even when there were kids. "As you lead me to this humble abode I cannot help but realize that you haven't introduced yourself." The boy exclaims, trailing behind the larger feline.

Then he is asked another question, by the same child who had tried to tease him earlier. Only Laslow is happy to put the earlier discretion aside and answer the golden tiger's question, shrugging. He doesn't know many group names but prefers to identify landmarks instead. "I passed by the floating archipelago and met some interesting folks. they call themselves BlizzardClan. I didn't really feel welcome there, I tried to impress them with my charming wit and marvelous dance moves but... I didn't feel at home, so I left. A magical place though, shame for the people." He begins, sighing. "Then I went to this marshy place that is inhabited by Vahalla, there aren't very many people but the ones I met treated me like one of their own, so I plan on returning there sometimes. I passed by the canyon on my way here from Vahalla but I was told to avoid it, apparently not-so-good people live there." He does plan to go sight-see there eventually. But he supposes after he is done making his rounds on all the other groups. "This is my third stop of many, although I travelled across a large bridge and across some mountains... I know many clans inhabit these lands but I have only encountered three."

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Ah, it seems Laslow wouldn't get welcomed. Fair enough, it wasn't like he was an official member of the Ruins just yet, he was just visiting, maybe there was some initiation he had to do to be a member? Dwelling on that for a moment, the boy saunters over and seats himself, noting the rushed tone in which the leader addressed them. There was so much information to take in. But what he received was that someone was captured and they needed to rescue them. Yeesh, that wasn't that good. Maybe he would hold a dance to lift everyone's spirits. The feline meditates on that idea for a second, before hearing the dismissal call. "Ah... yes. Sir yes sir." There's no appeal to him being a soldier and he will be scarcely useful. But perhaps he could defend the camp.

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The first thing he notices about Ceto upon her appearance in his vision is her apparent frustration. He cannot help but frown at that, he perhaps happens to like the dry lands here, although the red river is certainly unsettling he chooses to avoid it as much as possible. There also happens to be someone - another Ruiner most likely - already confronting the stranger, and so the feline saunters up to the pair, a dashing smile on his face. In an attempt to cheer the stranger, and the seemingly aggressive clanmate up, he states. "Hello both you lovely ladies, isn't it a lovely day out? A little chilly for my liking but nothing a blanket can't fix. I'm Laslow, by the way." He gives a playful wink after that, hoping his optimism spreads to the others like a sickness... but fun.

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name: laslow

age: eight months but will flirt with anyone

romantic or platonic: romantic, but either is fine

gender preference: females

"Ah, anybody would be lucky to pair up with any of you!" He boldly claims as he skips over, filling out an application with vigor. "Maybe i'll find my soulmate today, anything can happen."

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It was clear upon arrival that these Ruiners sure needed some positivity, It isn't often that he breaks out the old veils but the traveler supposes that if he is going to really throw himself out there, then he may as well do it with flare. He is a man of passion, especially for his craft, and he takes it very seriously, and so he feels the flowing fabric that drapes from his shoulders move gracefully with every pointed step he takes, feeling a little rusty from traveling but his moves are nonetheless impressive. Some could say that they weren't aware cats could move like that. He wishes, though, that he could be in a more flexible form, but Laslow knows he does not have powers - which is why he tries to make up for it in smiles.

A skip here and a step there, he spins with optimism and vigor. The boy knows that there will be some that laugh at him, that ride him off with a scoundrel. They can make him insecure but they cannot take away his love. He supposes that is what matters the most. So he stops a moment, looking down at his paws with a bashful smile. He thinks that he is in private on the desert sand, practicing for when he does eventually show his new groupmates his dance, although unaware that it is certainly possible that someone was watching him in that moment.

"I just want to impress them you know, lift their spirits a little." He murmurs thoughtfully to himself, blushing slightly.

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-- inigo borealis / ini, las / "laslow"

-- male / he/him / panromantic heterosexual

-- physically 8 months / spiritually 8 months / ages one month per 50 posts

-- sanguine ruins, vahalla, member / travels

"WHEN I'M NO LONGER YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL" -- RELATIONSHIPS & INTERACTION

-- gen 1, npc x npc / no siblings

-- no adopted children

-- no crushes / single, interested

-- trusts everyone / friends with clanmates / enemies with no one

-- will initiate fights / hard to provoke / no triggers

-- no current weapons / no powers

-- can powerplay nonviolent actions / will powerplay nonviolent actions

[ BIRTH, CURRENT ] -- DOMESTIC FELINE -- HEALTH 100%

-- blue point domestic feline with light-dark blue heterochromia

-- accessories; white veil when dancing

enfp / hufflepuff / amity

He is easily influenced by those around him, to the point of trying to change himself just to fit in. He is a writer and poet truly believing in the romantic ideals of freedom, beauty, truth and love. (Character) is a hopeless romantic at heart, but not an optimist. He is easily heartbroken and does not take his defeats well. A challenge he faces is the harsh reality of the real world, he struggles with his poetic ideas and how they clash with the ideals of those around him, where greed and murder run rampant. He turns his joy and pain into creative energy, and writes poems and songs as a coping mechanism. He is a remarkably good singer dancer.

He is quite the flirt as well, but he only really flirts around to cheer other people up by feeding them compliments. In truth when he is in love he turns out to be a devoted partner, all this aside he has a hard time forming true relationships as his insecurities get in the way of him being his true, authentic self.

-- important traits;

positive: playful, optimistic, good with children, friendly

neutral: trusting, shy

negative: insecure,

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