Posts by Oona

ty!! i'm hype to be hereee

i made the badge for the choice awards and i've been lowkey stalking this place ever since ,, eyesemoji

!!! i'm glad u like it omg

lmao sinthread,, this place looks pretty rad tho!

hey dudes :-)

hello!! & impy omg it's been a while

castor n roy could thread, if you want!

withdrawing b/c my muse for him is really finicky :-(

dearest . not at all, is there any specific plot you have in mind? or jus a regular interaction thread?

^^ and ditto! i hope things start feeling better soon dude :-(

my go-to is usually au but i haven't played in-game roy much so i can just put up a regular interaction thread n we can see where it goes ig! i'll tag you in it when it's up ~

the tom had been on a solitary walk, taking in his surroundings — he preferred the picturesque mountains to the filthy city of his birthplace — when the kitten's foreign scent reached his nostrils. naturally, it had put wary roy on edge, and he'd resolved to investigate. he seemed to be the only windclanner in the area, and thus he was obligated to; besides, he was eager to earn his keep, and border patrolling might earn him some favor with his new clanmates. so, the dark brown tabby trotted in the direction of the visitor, tasting the air every now and then to make sure he was going in the right direction. when frisk was in earshot, he called out:

"hey! who's there?"

as he approached, the white-pelted kitten seemed to grow smaller in size. what he'd thought was a full-grown cat at several fox-lengths turned out to be just a kit at a tail-length; his brows furrowed a bit, and he suddenly felt a little awkward for shouting."uhh... are you lost?" he asked, his lips curling into a sheepish half-grin. roy wanted to ask a follow-up where's your mother?, but stopped short. something about frisk made him hesitant; this was definitely a kitten, but they seemed to carry themself with the authority of someone much older. ( this made sense, considering that frisk was the leader of an allied clan, after all. ) roy, however, had no idea who they really were, and could only clear his throat uncomfortably before speaking again. "do you need someone to walk you home?"

if only reply #1,420 could be on page #69

his tags are in his signature but tldr: roy was born into the bhr to pardus umbra and valerie praelium, but ran away from home after finding out he's a werewolf that shifts violently every full moon. he carries a lot of guilt about his condition, and thus tries to make up for it by living as compassionate a life as possible. he's incredibly spiritual, and interested in all things occult; he's desperate to find a cure for his lycanthropy, and carries tons of small charms and talismans. ( he doesn't know if they work or not, but he's afraid of not having something comforting to believe in. )

• interaction threads: ✘
• friends: he's pretty introverted, but ✔
• brawls: yes but they gotta be lowkey. unless if it's during the full moon in which case let's go wild fam ✔
• arguments: he's really passionate about justice n making the world a better place so i imagine he'd butt heads with evil-aligned characters ✔
• best friends: i'd like these to develop ic ✔
• romance: yes!! i love me some plots over time tho hmu ✔
• enemies: blease. he won't try to kill anyone or w/e but some salt would be Nice ✔
• adopting y/c into the resnik family: the family has a plot, but as long as you're cool with that then ✔
• teaching y/c about spirituality: roy doesn't belong to any religion in particular, but he's really interested in spirituality in general ✔
• alternatively, learning about spirituality from y/c: if your character is religious, it'd be dope if they could tell him about it ✔
• y/c finding out he's a werewolf: he probably wouldn't tell anybody straight-up unless he really really trusts them, but it'd be neat for him to have a close friend ( or two ) to watch over him while he turns ✔
• y/c interacting with him while he's turned: i'd prefer if y/c didn't know it was roy ( unless they're the character in the plot above ^^ ). the interaction could be neutral ( bumping into him, running away, etc ) or it could turn out violent, your choice. roy won't know what happened b/c his memory blacks out when he turns. ✔
• au threads: yes x1000 ✔
• capture: ✘
• kill: ✘
• maim: ✘
• litters: ✘

** bear w me i haven't played him in Forever so his personality isn't super well-formed atm

he fiddled nervously with the object, rolling it around between two pink-padded paws. it was about three inches in length, and covered in a thin layer of pale brown fur: closer inspection revealed it to be a lucky rabbit's foot, knotted to a leather cord that hung around roy's neck. it was one of his talismans, and stroking it gave him some comfort. most of its therapeutic value was rooted in superstition, but part of it was because he liked how the firm, velvety surface of it felt underpaw. chill, roy, he told himself, admiring how soft it was. everything's gonna be okay. his attempts at self-soothing, though, were mostly futile. he'd never been particularly good at remaining calm — for a moment, he wondered if anybody was — and this new environment wasn't helping. as he approached his chalet, his thoughts rose to a rollicking boil in his mind, threatening to spill over.

he'd only been a member of windclan for a little over a month now, and still felt out of place. roy was as much a fish out of water as he'd been the day he'd arrived on the border, despite all his attempts to adapt to his surroundings. he was still having trouble finding his way around, frequently having to ask his clanmates for directions, and it was even easier for him to get lost once he left camp. the clan was a friendly one, much more sociable and hospitable than the blackheart rogues or scarclan had been. there'd been so shortage of smiles and warm greetings once he'd joined; so, he asked himself, whenever he felt especially jumpy, why did he feel like such an outsider? nobody was actively trying to push him away, and, best of all, nobody knew about his condition. as far as his clanmates knew, he was just the same as everybody else.

a part of him wished it was easier to trust his clanmates. roy was an honest man, and it felt wrong to lie, but he was cursed to live a life in the shadows; if they knew about his identity, about what he'd done in the past, about what he could do in the future, how would they react? surely, they'd cast him out, and he'd have no place to go... it was better this way. better to be a hermit, better to push them all away, lest he risk growing attached to people that would no doubt reject him as soon as they knew who he really was.

his door slammed shut with a heavy bang, and the tabby's thoughts dissipated. "shit." he cursed, lips curling into a frown. that would attract attention; windclan was a busy, friendly place, and one couldn't slam a door without arousing some suspicion.

dearest .

shadowclan tbh

LOVIATAR omg yes!! maybe she could stumble upon him praying or see one of his charms and come up to him like What's That 👀 👀

COLE P.G. wink wonk

lmk if u think of anything!

kellogg. basIcally the family shares his views on lycanthropy / supernatural creatures as a whole!! they see powers and supernatural abilities as curses and a mortal life as the ultimate goal so try to find cures for their 'conditions' by pooling resources/knowledge. it's less of a family and more Guilty Monsters' Support Group tbh

autopilot i would love that omg, the boy needs some friends

i like that idea - roy loves talking about that kinda stuff so he'd totally be down for it,, maybe these two can eventually become closer n try to push each other to be better?

if y'all want threads, would you mind making? or should i?

roy wasn't nearly as savvy as his silver-tongued, politically-minded counterpart . it wasn't really his style; it was all too intricate and hush-hush for his tastes. he was too honest to play politics, and besides, he lacked connections. he'd been born into quasi-nobility, but he was a lone wolf, and besides, he'd abandoned his family name years ago. roy was a simple guy, and politics were anything but — he kept to himself and tried to steer clear of the rat race. so, when the thick-furred tabby appeared, his motives were surprisingly genuine; as he listened to castor, his lips curled into a small frown. sunclan? he asked himself, brows furrowing a bit. they were an ally of theirs, weren't they? roy hadn't lived in windclan very long, but he was clever enough to assume as much, seeing as castor was organizing a patrol on their behalf. the tom's yellow eyes seemed to dull a little as he considered what the demon had said.

"what happened?" he asked. he was morbidly curious to hear the gritty details of what had happened — it was the kind of guilty interest one might feel while driving past a traffic accident — but a part of him was authentically sympathetic. his tone drooped just as his ears did; roy didn't know much about sunclan, but he could understand what they must be going through. his clan had lost their territory too; he knew what it was like to abandon home and never look back. that was a feeling he'd never wish on anybody, least of all an ally. as memories of scarclan flooded his brain, he shook his head vigorously from side to side, as if to wordlessly remark: what a shame.

"that's not important. whatever. i want to help," roy added.

roy followed closely behind loviatar, the only other windclanner present. he wasn't great with crowds, nor unfamiliar places; the foreboding aura of the destroyed city certainly wasn't helping either. geez... he muttered to himself, his honey-colored eyes moving across the silhouettes of charred buildings and bloodstained heaps of rubble. something awful had happened here, and bleeding-heart roy could feel his stomach begin to twist into knots. just looking at it was bad enough; he could only imagine living in it. the tom's expression soured, his lips curling into a frown. looking at the rubble of the once-grand city put a foul taste in his mouth, but he couldn't manage to look away, for fear it all might come crumbling to the ground the moment he did. it was... shocking, to say the least, to see the extent of the damage done to sunclan's home.

"huh?" roy mumbled, his attention suddenly — fortunately — ripped away by the nudge of a stranger. some sunclanner he'd never met before was pushing him toward a line that was forming in front of a large white box; the dark brown tabby furrowed his brows at it, confused as to why it was there. he was about to ask what it was for when suga's voice interrupted him, and he simply nodded knowingly instead. oh, he thought, with a shrug. that was a nice touch, he supposed. roy would've preferred to do some work by himself, but felt pressured to slip a form of his own into the box: everyone else was doing it, so he felt like he ought to do the same.

Name: roy resnik

Orientation: bisexual

Platonic, romantic, or either: romantic 👀

tracking on roy's account :3c

he looks so rad, accepted!!

tracking on roi's account!! i'll try to get an intro post up today after i find her a cuter avatar :0

general — primadonna girl, yeah

history — all i ever wanted was the world

relationships — i can't help that i need it all

lineage — the primadonna life, the rise and fall

anatomy — you say that i'm kinda difficult

health — but it's always someone else's fault

behavior — got you wrapped around my finger, babe

going off of what y'all proposed, maybe rois could try to get in between them? she does't like to see her children fight, so maybe she'll try to play peacemaker whenever she seems them squabble; i imagine they'll hate this tendency of hers and also be super suspicious of it because they don't understand why she cares so much.

alsoooo i can also see rois being super hot-and-cold towards them because she's split between loving them very much and wanting to be near them, but also being aware of the fact that they'll hate her if they knew her real identity. she'd probably be clingy in the morning, and by the time the afternoon rolls around she'll pretend she wants nothing to do with them... she's a good liar, for the most part, but she finds it extremely difficult to keep her cool and hide her real feelings for her kids ( + wolfsbane, to an extent )