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Derrick had some creepy sense every time his siblings changed bodies. He always just knew it was them. So, when he saw Venta, he cracked a smile and leaned his head against the pillar she'd just been against. "Sup, kiddo? Don't like your body?"

Derrick huffed, "You always have to bring him up," he muttered. He pushed away, pacing a few feet, "I was trying to have some fun." He glanced at Cryus and then nodded again, "He's right, though. It does look cool!"

Derrick slipped in, late, but just in time to hear the important stuff. Ha, take that BloodClanners. He really hated those guys. "Aye, aye, captain!" the wolfhawk said playfully. Maybe he would sign up, maybe he wouldn't. Unless he got a cool weapon out of it.

"Ha. We both know I'll probably die before that happened," Derrick added with a snort, laying down.

GENERAL INFO | HEART CHART | PLOTTING THREAD

✩ derrick daremo | male [he/him]

✩ 5 years | real time | january 12th

✩ no alliance

✩ previous; the rift (deputy), colouredclan (multiple ranks), shadowclan, tf141 (lieutenant), sunclan

RELATIONSHIPS | RULES OF ENGAGEMENT | ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅛

✩ single, never ready to mingle | no crush

✩ homoromantic pansexual

✩ sigil xx zero

✩ siblings; venta daremo, vanitas, john 'soap' mactavish

✩ offspring; aleksandr, amorkit (prev. chico)

✩ ½ of --

APPEARANCE | REFERENCE | [100%]

✩ tiger - approx.

✩ white w/ black stripes, bright pink and bright blue markings

✩ left eye is bright blue, right eye is bright pink

✩ black stumps on head that used to be horns

✩ metal wings, very malleable

✩ wears a red and white wayfinder

✩ several scars

— INJURIES/ILLNESSES: none

BEHAVIOR | TROPES

✩ self-conscious, stubborn, insensitive, disloyal, protective

✩ usually protective for selfish reasons

✩ traits

✩ values kin over clan

✩ tropes

✩ tropes

— DISORDERS: insomnia, intermittent explosive disorder, depression

INTERACTION

✩ physical; very hard | mental; easy

✩ will start fights/will not back down

✩ will kill

✩ not easy to make friends with

✩ powerplay of nonviolent/friendly actions allowed

✩ attack in #7F6497 / @ account

based on; no one

This made it five times now, if he recalled correctly. Memory was never his strong suit, though. Assuming he was correct, it was the fifth time Derrick stood on the border of ColouredClan, wanting a warm welcome and yet expecting nothing. He always assumed no one missed him, yet he always hoped that someone would. Somehow, he always ended up back here. When things got too lonely as a loner, he returned. Or when he couldn't stand the other clans he threw himself into. Hell, he'd been exiled for the murder of a clanmate (also his sister, but he tried not to remember that bit) and yet he still somehow weaseled his way back into their ranks. He'd been caught betraying the clan and yet they still accepted him. He wanted to believe it was his smooth moves, but the stuttering and crying he'd done when Nighttales questioned him the day he was found out proved otherwise. He was desperate. He didn't want to think so, but he was. He was desperate for the only place he'd ever dare call 'home' to take him back because he couldn't live without it. This time, he was sure there were no possible problems with his return. If memory served correct, he'd only been exiled and "redeemed" once - returning now would be a breeze.

After abandoning his post in the Rift so abruptly, he managed to repossess his tiger body. If it hadn't been for the broken horns and metal wings, he would've thought he had the wrong body. For some reason, it decided to switch eye colors again and add stupid little blue and pink markings under his eyes, as if he needed anymore oddness about him. Whatever. As long as he had the wings, he was content. Now all he had to do was wait anxiously, chewing gently on the wayfinder he wore around his neck. Would he see anyone familiar or would they approach him and ask who he was? He thought about sticking around even if it were the case because the colourful town was nice and he could probably find his old house to hide away in. Still, he hoped to see someone he knew.

[mmm this post probably sucks, i haven't slept at all so~]

NAME:

Derrick Daremo

'Derriboy'

NAME INSPIRATION:

None.

GENDER:

Cis-male

AGE:

5 years old

AGING:

Real-time. Birthday is January 21st.

ORIENTATION:

Pansexual homoromantic

ALLIANCES:

ColouredClan

Previous ShadowClan, SunClan, The Rift, Task Force 141, BlizzardClan, The First Order, The Stadt, The Sanctuary

RANK:

Member

Previous Deputy (Rift) - left, Field Grade Officer/Lieutenant (TF141) - left, Blackblood (CC) - exiled, Bodyguard x2 (CC) - demoted(1)/promoted(2), Warder x3 - promoted(1+2)/left(3), Colonel (TFO) - left/disbanded, Captain (TFO) - promoted, Sergeant (TFO) - promoted

TITLES:

None

BELONGINGS:

Lots of pine cones

Red and white wayfinder necklace, gifted by his sister Venta

A crown embedded with gems of varying shades of pink and blue, gifted by his sister Venta

POWERS:

Multiple Possessions (100%)

Scent/Flavor Manipulation (100%)

Flower prints (80%)

Hydrokinesis (50%)

Molecular Manipulation (30%)

Invisibility (5%)

Aerokinesis (Undiscovered)

HUMAN FACECLAIM:

Terra from Kingdom Hearts (Birth by Sleep)

SPECIES:

Panthera tigris "Tiger" Panther, cheetah, lion, triceratops,

BREED:

Bengal

HEIGHT/WEIGHT:

3.6 feet or 43 inches at the shoulder. Approximately 490-500 pounds.

FUR COLOR:

White

EYE COLOR:

Hetero-chromatic. The left eye is bright blue and the right eye is pink.

SCARS:

Face, chest, back, and flanks are heavily scarred after multiple battles. Minor scars spread across his body, hidden mostly by fur. Both horns are broken off.

OTHER MARKINGS:

Black tiger stripes. Under his blue eye, there is a pink triangular marking with a small upside down blue heart underneath it. The markings are the same under his other eye, with the colors reversed - blue triangle, pink heart.

BUILD:

Muscular

DISABILITIES:

None

MUTATIONS:

Two black horns on his head, however they were both broken off. One in a raid, one in a personal fight (Vanitas). Literal Metal wings, he is still able to fly, however they are very malleable.

ACCESSORIES:

The red and white wayfinder.

OTHER BODIES:

Panther, cheetah, baby triceratops, domestic cat [birth]

TRAITS:

MBTI TYPE:

ALIGNMENT:

Chaotic Neutral

LIKES:

Pine cones, the colors pink and blue, plush toys

DISLIKES:

The Cartel, BloodClan, anyone that hurts his sister, glitter

PHOBIAS:

Arachnophobia, Monophobia

QUIRKS:

Tends to forget names very quickly, especially if you have not made an impact on his life - good or bad.

DISORDERS:

Insomnia, Intermittent Explosive Disorder

BELIEFS:

Not religious; does not have a faith

THREE WORDS THAT BEST DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER:

very, very lonely

PARENTS:

Zero x Sigil

SIBLINGS:

Venta, Vanitas, Soap, Marina, Holland

TRUSTS:

Venta

FRIENDS:

ENEMIES:

Vanitas

CRUSH:

None

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:

Single

CHILDREN:

Friday G, Valentinesmiles G, Amorkit G, Aleksandr DMXS

OTHER:

Large extended family

Not much is known about Derrick's childhood as he doesn't remember it.

Oh, these people he knew, but Derrick wasn't too sure they were exactly what he had been hoping for. Either way, his vague wish had been filled. It did lift his spirits and hopes. He let the wayfinder drop from between his teeth, letting the charm hang against his chest again. "Is that what my name is now?" There have been worse, so he's grateful for the harmless nickname. He glanced at Twisted. Well, he couldn't say he remembered the boy specifically, but the implication that they met before did jog his memory a bit. "Yes, I came back. That's why I'm standing here." Duh. The tiger turned back to Yuri, "So if the butterfly boy is still here, who else is still hangin' around?"

Derrick seemed to light up. "Frightfur's around?" The annoying bionic cowboy had always been a weird friend. Most the time they spent together was Frightfur poking at the tiger, who started off trying to tell him to knock it off, but it never worked so he had stopped trying. However, when the serval had no longer been around, Derrick realized he came to enjoy to odd company and so he missed him. It was a huge relief to the tiger to hear he was still around, since he was one the few he had been specifically hoping for. Lucien and Graymatter were a little more prominent in his memory, but not by much more than Twisted. However, his bright expression quickly fell.

Of course they had to bring up his 'funny' past. Honestly, he wasn't sure why he thought Yuri wouldn't say anything. Derrick really fucked things up then. "Sure, I'll be loyal until someone comes along and offers a dime for all your secrets. ... I'm kidding. If it really pleases you, I'll write a ten page essay on how loyal I'll be to your clan because I'm sure a simple 'yes' won't do it for you." He couldn't write. Not that he had been serious, anyway.

Derrick blinked, eyes growing wide as he looked past and saw Frightfur's new form. He didn't need to wonder who he was. "What the fuck? What are you?" He gladly ignored the questions he'd been asked, waiting for answers to his own instead. Besides, it wasn't as if there was anything too interesting about Derrick's life - at least, he thought so.

The monotony of clan life was already getting to Derrick. Patrolling was so boring. Hunting was even worse when he could conjure whatever the hell he wanted. At the very least, his friends made it fun when he was back in camp. Granted, there were some tensions, but they were never talked about. It was always better to ignore things than fix them, right?

He had been aware of BloodClan's capture of his brother however long ago it was, even trashing the Rift and BloodClan alliance over it. However, there were details he was oblivious to. One being that they indirectly killed his girlfriend and the issue of them taking in a BloodClanner

As he came to the border, he looked bored, not recognizing Soap for a split second. "Name and-" The light clicked on. The colors of the liger gave it away first, then his eyes, and lastly the specifically placed scars. He lit up, ears perking and wings fluffing as best they could with metal feathers. "Soap! Is it really you?" At least he got to see one sibling.

Derrick's smile slowly slipped from his face, brows furrowing as he frown in concern. Then the comment hit and it felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach. After everything, Soap thought the same thing everyone else had? He'd been there to convince Derrick he wasn't, and now he came back to spit to it in his face? Surely this couldn't be real, then. It was a dream... a nightmare he was having. Soap wouldn't do that. Of course he wouldn't. "Soap..." he started, ears pinning against his head. "Soap, what are you talking about?"

Soap wasn't making much sense and it only gave to Derrick's hope that this was some nightmare. He stepped back as Soap moved closer, shaking his head slightly. "Listen, Soap. BloodClan. That's what you're talking, isn't it? I swear to you I beat their asses when I found out what happened to you. I would never let them get away with it... but I can't change how ColouredClan aligns itself. I-it doesn't make me a traitor! You... you said so... it doesn't make me a traitor, Soap." Derrick knew all too much about wanting to exact revenge on someone. An entire group even. He knew how that felt. The burning hot rage and grief he still felt in his heart every time he thought of the Cartel and how they ripped away his innocent son's life for... for nothing. It had been months and the wound was as fresh as if it happened yesterday. But he couldn't understand why Soap was angry with him.

This ran on too long to be a nightmare by now, but Derrick could see Soap change. Whatever happened, it hadn't really been him. He hoped. The tiger seemed to relax a bit, but anxiety wouldn't let him out of it's death-grip. "Yes... yeah, you said that. Soap, what's happening?" He stepped forward now, but was ready to move back again if Soap went all... weird again.

Derrick seemed irritated that Soap stepped away again, but he stopped his advance. At least his brother was back and they could figure this out. Was Derrick the best person to go to when you temperament issues? Not by a long shot, but he was always willing to help those he cared about. "You... you didn't mean it, did you?"

"It's okay. I forgive you." It was possibly the worst feeling the world, second only to the pain of losing his son or his sister. The apology only partially alleviated it, but it was good enough. "Do you want to go somewhere and talk?" he asked carefully. Maybe all this at the border wasn't too great.

"Follow me." Derrick would move past his brother then, waving a paw to motion him after before continuing on. He wasn't sure Soap would want to be in ColouredClan, and he wasn't sure he was allowed, so they'd have to find somewhere else to talk. The tiger felt a little bad, not having the happy family reunion it should've been, but that was rather selfish of him, all things considered. Too bad he didn't have a gift to make up for things.

Okay, maybe Derrick disappeared a bit after he'd just come back, but he had good reason. The tiger had gotten sick shortly after, which also made him too lazy and unmotivated to leave the house. He hadn't even bothered cleaning his house, so cobwebs still clung to the corners and dust covered the surfaces. It never helped when he plopped onto his pile of pillows and a cloud of dust sprang up, throwing him into a sneezing fit. Now, it had probably been a week since he got better, but he was only just now leaving the house. There wasn't much reason to it, other than he was sick of the dust and he was going to finally find Frightfur to ask for the help they'd offered. If someone else came to bug him, though, he wouldn't mind the company. Currently, Derrick just wandered the streets, trying to look as if he knew where he was going and keeping an eye out for the hard-to-miss serval.... thing.

Derrick nearly jumped out of his fur. He hated spiders and this chick had twelve of them on her. He bit his tongue to repress the girly scream. "Keep those things away from me, freak." There was no way he would ever get within five feet of her after this. He glanced at Yuri, frowning and rolling his eyes. What was with him? Yeah, sure, he betrayed them once or twice, but it'd been forever ago. Jeez. "I wasn't hiding away. I was sick. See, I actually care enough to quarantine myself so I don't get any of you sick."

The tiger snorted at Frightfur's comment. "No. Unfortunately, I'm still alive and putting up with you." He looked over the giant feline-dragon-thing. It wasn't horrible, he had to admit. Less cute, more intimidating badass. "Speaking of which, Frighty, you offered to help me out like two weeks ago and I'm taking the offer now. So, if you're not busy... which you're not, let's go."

"Fine, you don't have to help. I'll just remember this next time you need the help," Derrick said. He smiled, shrugging, "Yep! Same house. Oh, if I found a spider, you would've known by now. Which is why I need you now, in case I do." He looked back to Yuri, "Cleaning, if Frightfur actually keeps up with his offer. If not, then I guess I have to do it all on my own."

He gave Ara a sideways glance. Whatever. He couldn't understand what the hell she was on about, but he was slightly offended at the title she'd given him. ...he'd at least be a queen.