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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]The German Shepherd came skidding to a halt at the border of ColouredClan, arching metaphorical brows at the land that lay before him. Oh my god, the boy thought. it's a freaking rainbow country. Which he didn't have anything against, of course. Not yet.


    As paranoid as he was, Andrew stopped to sniff the border, making sure he wasn't a step over the line. (His paranoia might of been caused by his lack of capable defense.) Content that he wouldn't get body slammed for trespassing, he tried to remember how this joining process thing went. Did you wait for someone to find you, or did you have to yell something? Because honestly, Andrew wanted to know the statistics of someone patrolling a border in this giant territory. So with indecision clinging to him like always, the boy turned and yelled at his brother:


    "Kaden, hurry your ass up!"


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    yes it is)


    Andrew childishly stuck his tongue out at his twin, shifting his weight back to sit on his haunches. If there was some sort of security gate they had to go through that took thirty minutes, he would have left his brother for dead and gone on to figure the hell out of this rainbow clan. Fortunately for Kaden, he managed to catch up. Darn it.


    As the first ColouredClanner approached, Andrew blinked, already slightly freaked out. They...well, they had a teddy bear strapped to their back, for one. If that didn't scream stereotypical horror movie sociopath child, then he didn't know what did. For another thing, they had pins sticking out of their tail, a spike sticking out of their chest, and metal paws. Andrew found that both unnerving and cool. Like, they could just run through a crowd and kill people left and right. Last was that collar that said bite me. That...that just made him uncomfortable.


    "Uh," The boy struggled to find his words. "No." He shifted his weight, glancing at his brother with slightly widened eyes to confirm that this person was...real. "And, er, this is my brother, Kaden. I'm Andrew. We're here, um, to join, I think." Sounded legit. Andrew offered an awkward smile. What. As Charlotte landed, Andrew had to do another double take. A triple take. So, one looked like a serial killer, and a child had angel wings. 'Kay.


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    hollowing souls!
    [/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 459px; height: auto; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]NAME Andrew
    NICKNAMES drew


    PHYSICAL AGE seven months
    SPIRITUAL AGE six months
    DATE OF BIRTH 09 . 05 . 2015
    CREATION DATE 01 . 05 . 2016
    AGING METHOD real-timed


    GENDER male (he/him pronouns)
    SEXUALITY identifies as hetero, still unsure
    ROMANTIC ATTRACTION identifies as heterosexual heteroromantic, still unsure
    RELATIONSHIP STATUS single + not crushing


    ALLIANCE colouredclan
    FORMER ALLIANCE(S) n/a
    RANK
    FORMER RANK(S)
    TITLE(S)


    MOTHER --
    FATHER --
    BIOLOGICAL MOTHER unknown
    BIOLOGICAL FATHER unknown
    SISTERS
    BROTHERS Kaden
    ADOPTED SIBLINGS
    OFFSPRING


    BEST FRIENDS
    BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND
    ENEMIES
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    POWERS all free powers
    DISORDERS ADHD (mild)


    STRENGTHS
    WEAKNESSES


    PERSONALITY TYPE INTJ


    ADVANCED PERSONA


    (this is the personality of STILES STILINSKI, Dylan O'Brien's character on MtV's Teen Wolf. since andrew is based off of stiles, i figured this to be very important.)


    Introverted Intuition: Stiles relies heavily on his “gut instincts” about people when sizing them up; even though it is a fantastical conclusion to reach, Stiles is the one who realizes Scott is a werewolf and foresees the consequences. Once his gut tells him something, such as that a fellow schoolmate is lying about his identity and past, Stiles refuses to back down from it, and he’s often right in his assessments of other people’s character and intentions. He doesn’t believe in doing things half-assed, but is always coming up with futuristic “plans” and “ideas” – some of them at the spur of the moment (like thinking in advance about getting Scott beat up after keying someone’s car), and others with a longer-term focus.


    Extroverted Thinking: Blunt, sarcastic, even rude, Stiles always goes straight for the most logical option and is king of “pointing out the obvious” – “that’s my car battery,” “guys, what do we do about the WALL OF WINDOWS??” He is good with charts and murder boards, where he connects all the pieces with string and pins, in order to help organize his thoughts outside himself so that he can fully process everything. Stiles is really good with coming up with workable, factual plans, but when confronted with impossible solutions he often looks to others who can think more creatively.


    Introverted Feeling: He almost never tells people how much he cares about them, but dances around discussing his true feelings. Stiles is awkward with people and prioritizes those he cares about over those he does not (Lydia, Scott, and Allison get special treatment; other people get told to get lost or stop butting into the conversation). He can become emotional under pressure, but doesn’t really care how other people see him if he believes wholeheartedly in what he’s doing or saying.


    Extroverted Sensing: “Careful” is not a word in his vocabulary, and this often gets him into trouble, because he’s not good at interacting with the physical environment. Stiles sometimes does stupid, thoughtless, reckless things – like getting Scott into trouble, running around in the woods in the middle of the night looking for “half a body,” trying to peer into a locker room to see a werewolf, sticking around a crime scene to see what happens, etc.


    source & credits[hr]


    info credited to 16personalities.com
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    BREED
    PELT
    EYES amber
    SHAPE


    INJURIES




    GRAPHICS


    ADVANCED APPEARANCE text
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]Rainbow places, people with spikes and angel children with wings. Andrew had decided that if he was going to live here, then he'd better get used to the...oddities. (He'd lived with Kaden for seven months. How hard could it be?)


    Currently, the German Shepherd was ambling through the streets, gawking at all the buildings and the color that bounced off the walls. This was definitely way better than looking at green and brown for the past few months, right? After all, he'd only walked into six walls already. Doesn't get much better than that.


    After running into his seventh wall, the boy stopped to rub his nose and forehead. "Freaking concrete walls." He huffed. Turning around, he stared down the street, where npcs and his clanmates ambled around from place to place, working on their daily schedules and stuff. Andrew wondered if he'd ever feel comfortable enough around here to randomly walk into someone's house, grab something off the shelf and walk out.


    ...Probably.


    "Meet and greet." The canine called out on a whim, as he was starting to get restless. Watching other people walk made him restless - Jesus Christ. He had serious issues.


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    Are you following me
    Get out
    <3


    Hello! Lmao it's been forever since I was last in ColouredClan
    Can we
    Like
    Not ever move out of the rainbow territory
    It is good

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]The canine turned his head towards Yuri, blinking. Come and play? He hadn't exactly...invited him to play a game, unless the definition of a meet and greet had changed recently. A nervous smile made a fleeting appearance before it disappeared. As Yuri introduced himself, Andrew arched metaphorical brows. This guy was commander? Wow. Andrew had kind of imagined the leader as a battle-hardened veteran with this cool scar across his nose, or...something. "Andrew," He said, swallowing as the Commander moved towards him. Andrew ended up leaning away slightly, wondering if Yuri was one of those creepy people who knew everything about everyone without talking to them.


    Glancing to Frightfur, the German Shepherd tried to take in the familiar sight of the metal feet and spikes. She seemed nice, but Andrew wasn't so sure. Maybe it was a cover up. Maybe she was here on a mission from another planet. Maybe he just had trust issues. You never knew. "Yeah, I remember you. Frightfur, right? The one with all the spikes." So maybe that was a little blunt and probably more than a little rude, but Andrew was starting to wonder if there was anyone here that didn't have a creepy personality or odd looks. (Was that racist?)


    Oh, wait - this guy, um...Oh hell. I can't remember names for the life of me. He flicked his gaze to the vice commander. Andrew remembered him from the border. The guy seemed to have a good sense of humor, which he liked. As Night mentioned his run-ins (literally), Andrew rubbed his nose. "'m not used to concrete yet. Or...watching where I'm, er... going." He shrugged. "Careful" wasn't really in his vocab list, which sucked since he sucked when it came to interacting with the physical world.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]omg YESSs
    It's Knights of Eden and The Rift for me


    Swifty if you thnk you scream when your home alone
    How much do u think I scream songs when I'm not on FaceTime

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]Hm, the former RiverClan leader? Andrew wondered what she'd done to get relieved of the position. Maybe she was kicked out. Maybe she stepped down. Maybe someone took over. (Andrew was actually sort of interested in this case, now. Haha.) Trotting over, the German Shepherd stopped beside his brother.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]swifty u can go sit in a corner and think for the rest of your spring break while the rest of us suffer through school ok


    I think my first was ThunderClan with Verabradley
    But my first successful character was probably Hazel Levesque in KoE

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    Where December turned into July and then January and February decided to deliver snow like fucking crazy


    Ommni ur avvie is beautiful

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]So the twins weren't the only newbies around. Andrew trotted over, taking a seat by Kaden. This new guy had a lisp, as it seemed. Andrew wondered if he was hiding something, or...or maybe that was just how he talked. He decided to go with the latter, since he seemed to be offending some people lately. "Andrew. Nice to meet you." He greeted, lifting his hind foot to scratch an itch behind his ear.


    (Mobile)


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]Well, manners were one thing and being brutally honest was another. Most of the time. Andrew realized he'd probably offended Frightfur, which made him feel a little guilty since she hadn't done anything to him yet. (Yet.) The boy tilted his head, studying her with coffee brown eyes. "I might have to take you up on that." He replied to her joke, trying for a smile.


    Aw, a child. Another one. Technically Andrew was still a kid himself, but he preferred to consider himself...mature for his age. (Which wasn't even true.) "Hey, um, kid." The canine greeted. Could he say that? "I'm Andrew. And...sure, I guess. If you think I'm big, you should see my brother." It was true - they were twins, but Kaden got the muscles. Unfortunately.


    Glancing to Lucien, Andrew studied the feline. He had a forked tail, a bandanna, and fake cat ears. The first one wasn't as strange as Frightfur's metal spike in the chest, but the fake cat ears just...confused him. Was there something wrong with his real ears? Deciding not to piss anybody else off - for now - he tilted his head. "Hi." He replied. This guy spoke in third person. It would no doubt get on his nerves later on, but for right now, he was more interested in what compelled him not to use first person. Was it...psychological? It couldn't be a speech disorder. That wasn't physically possible, right?


    (sorry for the late reply! i've been at a friend's house all weekend.)


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    "Your politic skills are jack shit!" Andrew yelled above the noise. Yeah...he knew who this guy was. Unfortunately. He didn't know who the screaming maniac was though - and more so, he didn't give a shit. He was just sticking around to see how this ended.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]...'Kay. Andrew followed after Madpaw, staring at the dragoness. People with spikes. Third eyes. Wings. Dragons. Why not? The canine plopped down, wondering if this lady was for real.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]okay i'm 68% sure some of you think he's a paranoid asshole
    which he kind of is
    but he'll warm up i promise


    so - threads, plots? i haven't been in colouredclan for a while, so i'd love to meet some of you!