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    DALLASBLUES


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    name: dallasblues
    surname: morgan harbringer
    clan: church of the imperium
    rank: pope [HP]


    sex: male
    gender identity: male (he/him)
    sexuality: pansexual
    religion: roman catholic


    mbti: estj
    alignment: chaotic good


    A brown and white seal point tom with blue eyes. He has an average build and height, and would be considered handsome by most. He lacks pretty heavily in physical strength, but can usually make up for it with his quickness.


    His old body--the one he was born in--was a brown tabby with blue-gray eyes.


    Dallas is incredibly sociable and charismatic and has a natural air about him that draws people near. He has a love of adventure and is never afraid to try new things. He has a natural leadership quality that allows him to take control easily in difficult situations.


    As a young cat, he is a risk-taker and it's something that gets him into trouble often. He slacks off and doesn't take much seriously. He gets frustrated when his peers outshine him or his abilities aren't given the recognition they deserve, but rather than channel this frustration into trying to better himself, he just acts out and talks back to people.


    As an adult, his attitude improves ten fold. He becomes much calmer and more sure of himself. He can navigate through a difficult situation with ease, though he is still very much a slave to his impulses. He does things without stopping to think first and usually regrets them later on. While he definitely means well, he doesn't usually think about the impact that his decisions can have on those around him.


    Dallas was born to Coldsweats and Stewart and has two other living siblings. His brother, Russell, died a stillborn.


    He looked up considerably to his father Coldsweats as he grew up, but didn't have a terribly close relationship with either of his fathers nor his siblings--who went inactive pretty early on. He saw Coldsweats often, but it was rare for him to ever see Stuart.


    As an apprentice, he earned his first promotion to deacon.


    He fractured his back in a border skirmish with a wolf when he was seven moons old.


    He began showing symptoms of feline Addison's disease when he was seven moons old as well. This is characterized by fatigue, weakness, lack of appetite, shaking, painful abdomen, vomiting, polyuria, depression and more. This is believed to be caused by an adrenocorticotropic hormone deficiency and it is unknown how long a cat in the wild can survive with this. Life expectancy is believed to be rather short.


    At ten moons, he took his warrior name and was also promoted to Bishop. Shortly after this, he discovered his father Coldsweats dead during a thunderstorm.


    At thirteen moons, he succumbed to addison's disease but his spirit possessed another body--a seal point feline with blue eyes. Because of this new body, he no longer has back problems nor has to deal with Addison's.


    At fifteen moons, he was promoted to Cardinal.


    At twenty moons, he was promoted to Pope by the Star Council.


    parents: coldsweats x stuart [G5]
    siblings: pepperkit, eloise, russell (deceased)


    mate: none
    past relationships: none
    children:
    with an NPC -
    veigar, veritaserum, posionshowers


    notable relations:


    [sub]
    important threads:
    * adoption thread
    * birthing thread


    theme song: Blues in Dallas - The Mountain Goats
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]Oh sweet! Someone around his age! Dallaskit came up behind Constellationdreamer and peered over at the unfamiliar kit. "Hey!" The other kit looked rather scared and cold and Dallas couldn't figure out what on Earth he was doing all the way out here by himself.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]"Oh." Dallaskit frowned and thought for a moment, not full understanding. "Well, where did you last see her? Maybe we can help you find her."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: #84A9CE; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]dallaskit --[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -9px; letter-spacing: -.6px;][b]LIVE FAST AND FOR REAL
    (AND YOU CAN FOLLOW IT IN THE PAPERS!)[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Confused at the sudden change in temperature as he was nudged away from Stuart's side, Dallaskit mewed in frustrated protest. But soon, a new warmth enveloped him in the form of a blanket and his protests died down. He was still confused and clueless, but there wasn't much the tiny tabby could do but go along with the flow.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: #84A9CE; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]dallaskit --[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -9px; letter-spacing: -.6px;][b]LIVE FAST AND FOR REAL
    (AND YOU CAN FOLLOW IT IN THE PAPERS!)[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Dallaskit had left the Church territory to go visit ShadowClan. His dad lived there--er, his other dad. He wasn't really sure what he should call his dads to distinguish them from each other. Coldsweats could be 'dad' since he was around him more and Stuart could be...'pops'? That made him sound kind of old though. Oh well.


    As the brown tabby kit trekked on, it became clear that he had made a wrong turn. This definitely wasn't ShadowClan territory in fact, he wasn't sure at all where he was. He sighed in frustration. This is why he had been warned not to go off by himself and for once, he regretted not listening to his elders. Now he was lost and he hadn't even told anyone where he was going. He sat down and began thinking. Hopefully he'd be able to get himself out of this mess.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: #84A9CE; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]dallaskit --[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -9px; letter-spacing: -.6px;][b]LIVE FAST AND FOR REAL
    (AND YOU CAN FOLLOW IT IN THE PAPERS!)[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Dallaskit stared up at the winged feline, gray-blue eyes wide--but with awe rather than fear. He'd never seen a winged cat before! "I was, uh, looking for ShadowClan..." he admitted, a little embarrassed. "I got family over there. I musta just...took a wrong turn or something." He glanced around. "Uh, where exactly am I?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: #84A9CE; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]dallaskit --[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -9px; letter-spacing: -.6px;][b]LIVE FAST AND FOR REAL
    (AND YOU CAN FOLLOW IT IN THE PAPERS!)[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]The Compendium. He'd never even heard of this place. How far had he traveled?


    "Man, I'm lost." he muttered to himself, wrinkling his nose. "Oh, my dad lives there. One of my dads I mean. His name's Stuart."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: #84A9CE; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]dallaskit --[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -9px; letter-spacing: -.6px;][b]LIVE FAST AND FOR REAL
    (AND YOU CAN FOLLOW IT IN THE PAPERS!)[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Dallas blinked up at her in surprise. What were the odds of that! "Whoa, really?" he breathed. "Sooo, Stuarts your dad too? That's so cool!"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: #84A9CE; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]dallaskit --[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -9px; letter-spacing: -.6px;][b]LIVE FAST AND FOR REAL
    (AND YOU CAN FOLLOW IT IN THE PAPERS!)[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]"Wow. I didn't even know that." Dallaskit mused with a thoughtful frown. "I don't really get to see my pop that much, so I wouldn't know. Hm. We should have some sorta family reunion or somethin'." Yeah, that sounded cool. It would be awesome to meet everyone in the family, if that were even possible.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: #84A9CE; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]dallaskit --[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -9px; letter-spacing: -.6px;][b]LIVE FAST AND FOR REAL
    (AND YOU CAN FOLLOW IT IN THE PAPERS!)[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Ah, cool. He would half to learn when that was so he could go to it. "Uhm, well, my brother stayed with him. But uh...he was dead. My other dad, Coldsweats came and took us to the Church of Imperium. That's what I was told at least. Me, Eloise and Pepperkit were too young to remember really." he replied.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: #84A9CE; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]dallaskit --[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -9px; letter-spacing: -.6px;][b]LIVE FAST AND FOR REAL
    (AND YOU CAN FOLLOW IT IN THE PAPERS!)[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Dallaskit had to stop and think of the best way to describe his brother and sister. The three of them were all very different from each other. "Wellll, Pepperkit's kinda grumpy and mean to be honest. Eloise is much nicer. I'm prob'ly closer to her than I am to Pep honestly." He hadn't really spent much time with Pepperkit at all now that he thought about it. He was vengeful and little snobbish but he supposed he would get used to it. "You should come visit sometime! I don't think anybody would mind."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: #84A9CE; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]dallaskit --[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -9px; letter-spacing: -.6px;][b]LIVE FAST AND FOR REAL
    (AND YOU CAN FOLLOW IT IN THE PAPERS!)[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]"Oh." he frowned. It did sound like a lot of work, though it would be worth it in his eyes. "Well, we could probably make it work someday." he said with a shrug. "I mean if you're ever around the area or something. And I'll mention you to my dad, just in case."
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    "Well then, welcome aboard. I'm Dallasblues." The brown tabby tom greeted as he approached the newcomer. He examined the strange looking fox through curious blue eyes. Truthfully, his first thought was that this guy was some sort of demonic creature, but the Bishop thought nothing of it peraonally. He didn't know how his clanmates would react though.


    //mobile

    "Well..." Dallasblues frowned as he though over this for a moment. Things had been pretty calm recently, especially compared to the string of murders that had occurred not too long ago. Things had been normal ever since. "Er, it's been pretty uneventful right now honestly. Kind of a lull in the activity. We've recently come under new leadership and the Knights of Eden are holding a fair or something if you wanna get in on that." he explained. "But other than that, it's been pretty chill around here."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: #84A9CE; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]DALLASBLUES[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -9px; letter-spacing: -.6px;][b]LIVE FAST AND FOR REAL
    (AND YOU CAN FOLLOW IT IN THE PAPERS!)[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Dallas needed to keep himself active, despite the sickness that was currently royally *ing him up inside. Whatever he had apparently wasn't contagious as none of his clanmates had contracted anything similar and he spent a lot of time around them, even on his sick days. The tabby was afraid that if he laid around all day, he'd only get worse. Some days, he barely felt sick at all which made him wonder if it was starting to go away. Of course, he always wound up worse soon after.


    The Bishop had started off just going on a walk around Church territory but soon found himself wandering over the border and off into wherever his paws would take him. This just happened to be the SunClan border. He peered around, looking for any sign of life. "Hello?" he called out. He was a little bored being all by himself and talking to the locals seemed like it would be fun--as long as they were friendly.


    I posted in the wrong board lmaoooo ignore this...
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: #84A9CE; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]DALLASBLUES[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -9px; letter-spacing: -.6px;][b]LIVE FAST AND FOR REAL
    (AND YOU CAN FOLLOW IT IN THE PAPERS!)[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Dallas needed to keep himself active, despite the sickness that was currently royally *ing him up inside. Whatever he had apparently wasn't contagious as none of his clanmates had contracted anything similar and he spent a lot of time around them, even on his sick days. The tabby was afraid that if he laid around all day, he'd only get worse. Some days, he barely felt sick at all which made him wonder if it was starting to go away. Of course, he always wound up worse soon after.


    The Bishop had started off just going on a walk around Church territory but soon found himself wandering over the border and off into wherever his paws would take him. This just happened to be the SkyClan border. He peered around, looking for any sign of life. "Hello?" he called out. He was a little bored being all by himself and talking to the locals seemed like it would be fun--as long as they were friendly.
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    (AND YOU CAN FOLLOW IT IN THE PAPERS!)[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]ooc. no problem!!


    ic. Dallas was beginning to regret announcing his presence at the border of the unfamiliar territory. It was a stupid thing to do, especially if someone not too keen on having visitors was the one to find him there. He recalled his border skirmish with that damned wolf back when he had been a trainee. Had the canine slammed him down a little harder, his back would've broken more than it had and he would have been paralyzed for life. Just The thought of not being able to run around and explore made him shudder.


    But the Bishop was in luck, because the one to heed his call was a perky red panda. His face lit up at the sight of the SkyClanner with the basket clutched in her teeth and he couldn't help but chuckle. "Hello! I'm Dallasblues. Ah, everyone calls me Dallas though." he said with a grin. "You look like you're on a mission, what do you got there?" he asked in reference to the basket she had been carrying with determination just a few moments before.
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