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  • SPACEMAN / open, body dumping and general mess

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]The corpses were soaked in their own urine - disgusting. The stench of bodily fluids was unbearable, almost, though it seemed to attract the flies. Mud stained their fur, mingled with blood and other suspicious smelling liquids, clumped together, though strewn in a loosely distinguishable line. Most of the bodies were fresh, recently killed, though others were taken from the cemetery, the remains of NPCs dragged out across the border, towards any sources of water and dumped in to poison the water supplies. Not all of them, mind, but a few were now dangerous, the cadavers submerged.


    The scent lain upon the corpses was swallowed up by the pungent stench of death that permeated the air, but if it was scented, it'd most likely be a multitude of other clans seeing as the perpetrator had travelled through many territories searching for victims. And now he was gone, left without a trace. Presumably off to his next clan to ruin.

  • CLINGING TO THE NEAREST PASSERBY / open, capture

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]Baccalaureate turned to the approaching doe with a sigh, though one of vague amusement, rolling his shoulders. "I don't know her name, but yes, not very courteous." when he'd been captured by the Insignia (he believed?) he'd done his best to be polite.

  • JUST LIKE ANIMALS / open, idea - no spying

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]Baccalaureate looked between the two, nodding to Ancagalon as he spoke. Valkyriekit? He liked her, she was rather adorable. "If information is leaked - a shame, and a mistake, as I'm hoping this will be carefully conducted - we will deal with it depending on who finds out, and the scale of the information leaked." he spoke, head tilting.

  • VIOLENT FOR YOU, LOVER — baccalaureate harbringer

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -8px; width: 600px][align=center][size=16pt]dig me now and * me later and sing it to the tune[/size][hr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][font=georgia]— NAME: Dr. Baccalaureate Harbringer-Innocence
    — GENDER: Cisgender male
    — SEXUALITY: Homosexual
    — BIOLOGICAL AGE: 16-17 months
    — ALLIANCE: BloodClan
    — RANK: 1st tier (highest rank achieved: Deputy)


    — APPEARANCE: A tall, lean serval coated in gold, like a king, marred only by the ebony rosettes that dot his body with marks of sin, and cream wisps around his chest and muzzle. Regal and handsome, that much is true, there is little to hate when looking at him. Toned and muscled, with a lithe and lissome frame. Fairly unscarred, except for a mangled right paw chewed by himself and carvings on the insides of his forearms. On the right arm, the word "CLAUDE" is carved. On the right, the word "CASIMIR", and then six lines beneath it. They are fresh, recent, a wonderful crimson shade. Matching his eyes, in fact; they are both present and working, a deep shade of red with dark pupils, like twin abysses in a sea of blood.


    — PERSONALITY: Once a dedicated intellectual obsessed with becoming the paramount of intelligence and strength, he was a kitten that focused upon death and all around it. He was swayed by his BloodClan peers, loved swimming, and attracted strange people. Not much has changed, though Baccalaureate now is more open to friendship and his emotions are more on display, he is alone and broken, a shell of who he once was. Though he seems strong he is emotionally unstable and heartbroken, longing for a love he destroyed. He is calm and seemingly sane, though on the inside he is a turmoil, only refusing to break down because nobody will pick him up.


    He is courteous however, a dedicated tactician member of his clan. He is skilled at fighting but very polite and diplomatic, and unafraid to speak in social situations. He adores children, though this does not get in the way of battle lest it involves them. He is strict on not harming kittens physically, but will manipulate them if needed. A submissive individual that doesn't have any desire to rebel against rule, he is a clever puppeteer at the same time and driven by a demon of lust that resides in his mind. A vampire, he craves blood, and enjoys meals of his own species. Cooking is a love of his, which seems tame, but a lot of him is. His most defining feature is his politeness, though, and his incredible mind.


    — MOTHER: Maylene Harbringer
    — FATHER: Serpentine Harbringer
    — SIBLINGS: Yukine, Avarice, Faustus, Vespertine
    — MATE: None (exes: Claude, Casimir)
    — OFFSPRING: Marcelo, Electro, Bougainvillea, Alphamegamia, Tutenkhamun


    — RELIGION: None


    — THEME SONG: "Violent" — Stars, "F.aggot" — Mindless Self Indulgence

  • Just Like Animals {m&g}

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]Family drama, new traitors, it was all just wonderful, wasn't it? Baccalaureate watched the commotion before deciding to make his way over, drawing his tongue over his lips and coming to stand beside his brother, looking at the male hosting the meet and greet with curious crimson eyes. "Baccalaureate, pleasure," mewed the golden king, bowing down in a greeting.

  • And you will remember me {p;Bacca}

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]He imagined it was strange, struggling with the spirit of your father within, but not just that, being held hostage as he controlled you. Something nightmarish; he knew how it felt to be trapped, not in your own body but in somebody else's, used for your powers and constantly sleepy, an ancient spirit designed only to try and direct the host spirit to feed. Feed on blood, when they never did. Baccalaureate had experienced pain during that time, looking through the eyes of the son of his ex lover, onto people he liked and disliked, unable to say anything. Now to be free (admittedly without any of his powers) was refreshing, though he had an odd ability to... Sense disturbances in spiritual matters. Not his fault, simply a memory of his past.


    Approaching Sathanus, sensing unease in the rippling of the air, the serval gave a nod of his head. [b]"Hello; you came from ThunderClan, yes? I was at your meet and greet... I'm Baccalaureate."

  • And you will remember me {p;Bacca}

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]Baccalaureate held the male's gaze evenly, never intimidated but easily placed below another simply because of the constant respect he held for his clanmates. The serval knew that something was off concerning Sathanus, but he supposed if that was the case then the fellow demon of sorts could sense the foulness about his soul, fighting with an innocence, though prevailing as a vampire of lust, catering to a famous deadly sin. The serval often hid that urge, however. It was not something he'd ever acknowledged much, though maybe that would soon change in his inner turmoil.


    Listening to Sathanus speak, the vampire nodded his head once. "Ah, I see. And no, no, I am not new. I was born and raised here; Serpentine was my father, he was leader, once. I myself was once deputy; when I retired, my brother took over before he stepped down also. I am a returning member, though I won't parade that around. The fresh start is nice." he responded in a gentle baritone. "And yes. For our reputation, we are welcoming - at least, most of us are. I take it you're settling in, then?"

  • And you will remember me {p;Bacca}

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]If Baccalaureate was aware of the other's thoughts he didn't show it. Rather, he blinked and momentarily averted his gaze, thinking for a while. He could sense this was to be an interesting encounter - interesting, yes, and at this thought he licked his lips without even considering the oddity of the gesture. When the Lord finally did speak again, the serval lifted his eyes, focusing upon the white optics of his conversational partner. He chuckled gently, shaking his head.


    "No, no, it is no problem. And yes, I agree; carnivores taste better than herbivores, though marsh elks are delectable if roasted. We have some pioneering chefs in the clan, they teach you how to eat properly." this was hummed, keeping his voice as hushed as Sath's. "And no, people have recognised me. Members that were present in my time; friends, acquaintances... My ex boyfriend," this was muttered even quieter than before, and he looked down to the floor. "But it's nice, I suppose. Having a few friends and then meeting everybody as if I was new."

  • PARTY ON THE ROOFTOPS + bloodclan raid!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8][ no powers / vampire / extreme difficulty / serval / no kill / pm for capture / maim allowed / attack in bold firebrick ]


    Baccalaureate flinched back as claws swung at his face, and then ducked just as icicles whizzed over him to hit Moriarty. Bleeding and temporarily blinded by crimson the male spun away, watching through a blurred gaze as the tiger shapeshifter and took to the sky, blasting fireballs at Cersei. As he did, Bacca would run to the dragon in question and try to push her away, deciding two on one would be better when against this monster.


    Though, when he saw Jericho, the male lunged at him, aiming to tackle him to the ground.

  • dancing song || private, baccalaureate

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8][ haha, it's better than what I could've done ]


    At the sound of his name the serval drew his forearms into his body, hiding them from view. He had been studying a small beetle crawling across the earth but at the call he ceased, leaving the insect to continue with its life and looking up to the doe. Ah, yes, he recognised her from when he'd captured the Covenant female... Her first impression was a remotely positive one, so the wildcat did not treat her with as much detached dubiousness as he would've somebody else. "Ah, yes, a pleasure to see you again. Everything okay?" he inquired, head tilting. His voice was soft, and so deep it could be hard to understand at the low volume, but it was comprehensible enough.