Posts by Santana.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]> 3 months: maybe that loner group was essentially a gang so he already knows about latino culture + spanish bc of them AND is technically already a gang member but was too young to do anything so he went off on his own, so at least he knows the atmosphere and how god awful it can be. but!! they were religious af so they influenced him to be a bit more religious too. but he isnt as radical or defined as they were
> 4 months: finds a gang (npc's most likely though; mostly just for personality development) that is more suitable to him; starts doing some rl bad shit
> 5-14 months: learn how to fight and win, all while getting what he wants + he starts doing worse things than what he had been doing before LIKE I DONT EVEN KNOW + absorbs demon (the 'devil' aka chutriel) and uses the powers he is given to really get what he wants; kills anyone who gets in his path with no remorse + he just generally doesnt care lmao
> 15 months: warrior age now; ends up in allied territory, fight breaks out with npc loners & rogues and he eventually ends up killing everyone, including members from allied clan, she-cats and kits; gives himself up to the ally and lets them do whatever they to him as a punishment
> 16+ months: sees himself as some kind of person sent down by God to be redeemed (i gotta see the movie to see how chato explains it)

> idea for redemption arc!! he gets himself a girl and has two kids with her. and then one day she finds out what he's been doing (what with being in a gang and all) and he gets mad, loses control and kills her and their kids. BUT maybe they still live but in fear of him in another clan??
> ask fifi about latino/mexican/spanish culture

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]The plain-colored kitten dragged his gaze across the border of the clan, a bit puzzled as to what border he actually stood at. He couldn't recall the group's name, but then again, he hadn't ever lived here, or anywhere in particular. Being left on his own at such a young age hardened him, but not enough that he was some emotionless robot. He was actually quite kit-like: exciteable, immature, et cetera. Santana was, however, rather mellow and what could be described as 'chill'. The young child found it relatively easy to speak with people, though usually never of anything specific. He wasn't the most talkative kid, but he did well to pipe up when needed. His lilac coat was covered in dust and shrubbery from his slight pause at the BloodClan border. At first, he thought he would have liked to stay there. Soon, however, his opinion changed and he immediately moved on, not wanting to linger around for longer than necessary. He doubted that his own inner thoughts on the group really mattered, as not many of them were around to greet him at their pungent borders. At least this place didn't have corpses piled on the scent lines. Santana frowned briefly as he recalled the sight, but soon shook the imagery away. He wasn't accustomed to death, or rotting bodies, or murder of any kind. As you grew up though, everything began to piece together, and no longer were you living a sheltered life. The lilac kit rubbed at his eye with a paw, irritation causing him to do the action. He pursed his lips as he settled his paw on the ground beneath him, merely watching the border and what lay beyond.

Santana was actually quite patient despite his fiery personality. Frustration, however, did make an appearance more often than not, mostly with his own actions and mistakes. He didn't blame others, nor did he guilt himself. He didn't need to carry the burden on his shoulders. San's ears flicked back against his skull as he thought to himself, idly fiddling with the chain around his neck, displaying a small cross. Religion was something he had grown up with, even if he was only three months. Loners had taught him of the human's gods, and he couldn't help but be intrigued. Before departing to begin his makeshift journey to find a suitable home, he was gifted with the necklace he was adorned with. It was simple, much like himself: in appearance, and personality. Was he really anything special? He had no unique qualities; he saw it that way, at least. Santana drew his lips back into a frown, but it appeared to be a pout instead. His round, kitten features made him appear more adorable than he intended, but there was little he could do about that. For now, all he could do was wait for a patrol or a singular member aid him. Perhaps they would be more amiable than BloodClan. San hoped so.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]idk what we're talking about but i am here

SHERRIE SHERRIE POINTS AGGRESSIVELY AT AVATAR/CHARACTER
SUICIDE SQUAD BRO
ESÉ
HOMIE

whispers ppl should reply to his joining im desperate to rp him

+ hi vinny!!!!!

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]quietly tracks

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]mORG MORG

Santana perked slightly when a skinny feline began making his way towards where he was positioned on the edge of the border, merely watching as his head lifted. He nearly took a step back at how near Suga had gotten, but managed to stand his ground. His chin tilted up as he seemed to motion to the older male, chocolate gaze fixated on him. "Yo, esé, you're a little too close," the lilac kitten commented, voice smooth, words flowing easily from his maw. It had been a while since his last true interaction with other individuals, but he made it seem as though it hadn't been at least a few weeks. At the statement that he was on SunClan's territory, a nonexistent brow quirked. He was certain he hadn't passed over the scent line, and when he sniffed at the air, he simply smelled the lingering scents of SunClan and the side he stood on. "I'm not in your territory," he informed casually, giving a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, eyes flickering to the side as others began to approach.

"Name's Santana, bro," he paused at the question of his parents, and his ears flicked back against his skull for a fleeting moment. His ears instantly pricked forward though, as he wasn't comfortable displaying any negative emotions, namely despair or fear. At the moment, however, he felt partially guilty, and for what seemed like no reason whatsoever. "Yeah, uh, I dunno where my parents are," he informed, acting as if nothing had truly gotten to him. Obviously though, his abilities to mask his emotions only went as deep as beneath the surface. Someone as young as him wouldn't understand how to truly keep emotions locked away. San sniffed, though displayed no indications of sorrow. His features were rather mellow, lax eyelids, mouth neutral and pupils only slightly dilated. His gaze flickered to the others who had gathered: a colt who was too uptight for his own good, an amiable tiger, and a kitsune that looked like they didn't give a shit. Santana wasn't exactly sure what was up with these people; they were diverse, though, so at least they had that going for them. "I'm gonna join, if that's chill." the lilac child passed his gaze between all of them for confirmation, expectant, but not impatient. He was unsettlingly quiet as he observed them, yet his expression was amenable and showed no signs of hostility or creepiness. Perhaps he just felt as though he was the odd one out of them all. A kid showing up at the border? That had to raise some questions, at least. San pursed his lips, but kept his maw shut until they spoke to him further.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]diablo has logged on

diablo: yo, homies
diablo: i feel like i might be too young to be on a chat but
diablo: you know i dont really care
diablo: spellcheck is for suckers, esa, calm down

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]He realized it was dangerous to be a kit and out in unknown territory where predators could be lurking, but he had been trailing idly along behind Finnishwars and Suga. It was better to be safe than sorry. When they came to a halt at the border, still being more than a few feet away from him, he was hesitant to approach any further. He trekked on regardless of his miniscule reluctance, and soon came to a stop beside the two older individuals. Santana's stare was fixated on Darkknight, curious, but was not enough to want to learn more about him. The lilac kitten had better things to do than bother another individual, especially one who was a stranger and foreign to the clan. Little did he know, Dark had visited SunClan not so long ago, but enough time had passed as to where San knew nothing of him.

Upon realizing that Finn wouldn't speak, he opened his maw to greet the stranger instead. "Hola," Santana address him in a lax manner, nonchalant as he continued to peer in his direction. He paused for a moment, simply observing. Perhaps he was waiting for the older male to respond to Suga, but when the silence lingered, his lips parted again. "Name's Santana. I can't be much help, homie. I joined only yesterday," the kit introduced before explaining himself on his lack of hospitality. At least he was doing a better job than Finnishwars, who just stared. San glanced at the kitsune for a moment, lips pursing the longer he gazed at him. When he realized he had been looking up at them for a few moments too long, his head swiveled to peer at Darkknight once more. Suga seemed like an amiable character, and it was a bit unsettling. No one was that nice, at least not without some kind of intent. Santana couldn't recall a time where anyone had been so genial, especially since he had lived in a place where gangs were everywhere. If you didn't grow up fast you wouldn't survive, and no one in the gang he had been in sheltered him. He was always given straight facts, and they were honest - but blunt - about everything. The world was harsh and cruel, but he knew about the threats. San continued to stare, deep in his own thoughts.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]"Auto-accepted."

The colt's voice was mainly monotonous, yet there was some kind of tone hinted in his words. Perhaps it was the way he looked down at him; Santana couldn't help but feel miniscule in comparison to the equine. Rather than back down, however, he stood a little taller and raised his chin. Frustration was beginning to boil in the pit of his stomach, mainly due to the fact that Montagne seemed to look down at him, like he was nothing. "Do you have a stick up your ass or somethin'?" San questioned rhetorically, a nonexistent brow quirking in his direction. He wasn't intimidated, but he knew that if Montagne wanted, he could smash him with one simple stomp on his small body. "'Cause, esé, you act like it," he commented, taking note of the horse's name, though did not indicate that he knew. Other than mentally copying his name down, he ignored the much larger male and turned to those who had gathered. His stare was expectant, and it was obvious he was waiting for them to introduce themselves, whether seemingly impatient or not. Aside from Suga and the smiling tiger, he didn't exactly feel welcome. Perhaps that was just how they treated new members. Maybe it was because he was so young and supposedly inexperienced.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]well i dont know anyone so wip lmao + i will fix this up,,,, later,,,

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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]^^
so here i am with santana
im literally open to anything with him. he needs some development, and he needs to become a tougher, badass motherfucker. he's supposed to be in a gang for christ's sake. he is, however, three months old SO he cant really do much lmAO his personality is still in the works so what i have in the spoiler is kind of half true?
um the only thing he isn't open to is capture, love plots and death p much. he's too young for love plots lmao
i have some plots that i'd actually want to delve into :^)
> since his parents are wherever, i want someone (or a couple) stand in as his adopted parent/s. he's always wanted a family esp since he didnt really get to know his parents
> someone to mentor him before he becomes an apprentice?? like he's just rlly eager and wants to get a head start or smth like that

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]He had no clue what a weekly task was, but he could at least take a guess at it. They had to be some kind of given assignment for the week, or maybe you could even get more than one. Santana wondered fleetingly if he should do that; he was young, and therefore wouldn't be able to do anything too strenuous or dangerous. The lilac kitten approached, chin tilted up as he peered directly at the one barking out the commands - literally. Enzo was a damn chihuahua, and he couldn't help but snicker, amused. His expression remained more or less the same, however, which meant neutral, if not a little lax. Once he stopped, his gaze flickered to the others gathered, but he said or gave no indications of acknowledgement. When he returned his attention to Enzo, his lips parted so that he could speak. "Hit me up with one, bro," Santana requested, small ears pricked forward. The tasks he was handing out to them all were a bit questionable, but the kit said nothing of it. Hopefully he wasn't given some stupid ass assignment. Otherwise, he might not carry it out. If he wasn't going to enjoy himself with the task then he saw no point in participating in actually going through with it. San released a small 'tch' before leaning back on his haunches, though not fully sitting down.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]"You got any gold chains in that huge pile of yours?" Was the first thing inquired of Lovelypaw as the smaller male approached. He peered directly at the various accessories spread out along the floor, not particularly interested in the selection. Most were not plain, and many of the trinkets were feminine. He supposed that would be fitting for the female crowd, or even those who simply enjoyed the girlier objects. There wasn't anything wrong with that. He had known many different characters in his young life, and had been taught well enough to accept everyone as they were, unless they were generally...bad. Perhaps evil was the better word for it. People could be bad but still have a heart, a weak spot, even if they claimed they didn't. Santana didn't quite understand it yet, but despite all that he had learned in his time with his gang, he didn't understand everything. Life held an abundant amount of mysteries, all of which were ripe for the picking.

At her request, though he saw as more of a demand, he picked through the pile with a petite paw. He was careful with the many objects she possessed. She had this much shit? Women were insane; they always had too much of everything when they didn't need to. He glanced up at her briefly, immediately taking in her appearance. She was pretty, even if she was a bit plain. Santana was also ordinary, what with his lilac coat and chocolate eyes. He was practically all one color. His eyes dipped back down to sift through the endless accessories, feeling a bit of pressure on his shoulders. Fashion did not come to him easily, and he doubted she would like anything he chose.

With his ears flicked back against his skull, he lifted an embellished choker-type collar. He didn't know how else to describe it really. The decorated accessory had caught his eye, as it was shiny and glittered in different lights, especially as he turned it every so often. The sunlight caught on the rhinestones adorning the necklace. "Yo, esa, I ain't no fashion designer so it's probably not the best choice," Santana informed her with a frown lining his lips. "I mainly picked it 'cause it was shiny," he admitted after his initial statement, soon reaching over the pile to set it closer to her paws. His tongue lapped at his lips, finding them to be surprisingly dry. After the object had been placed down nesr her, he went on as if nothing had happened, merely searching for a gold chain, or perhaps a gold bracelet that would match the necklace he currently had around his neck. The cross hanging from the chain swung every so often, but he paid it no mind.

partyanimal ! wrote:

well im not new but ill introduce myself anyways
im sonder/edgar and as you can see i roleplay partyanimal who is bes party host
i also more lowkey play whiskey, who used to be intermission (an adviser of windclan) and I have some plans for a third character
ive been on this site since like late 2010 i think??? or 2011 i forgot which. and i played in sunclan for a bit as poppyseeds and londoneye who had no real importance except poppyseeds had a litter with wishfulthinking who was a medcat i think? and london was one of the kids
back when getting an hpr was like trying to touch your left elbow with your left hand *waves old man stick*

&& welcome to everybody who's joining/might join/joined!!! feel free to pm me on my main or this account any time (though I'm more likely to see it here) if you have any plots or questions or anything! i dont bite and im always happy to help <3

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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]!!! INTERMISSION!! aaahhhhh i rped armin/dakota/jailbreak!!

im not new to the site nor am i really new to sunclan, as ive rped here a few times before, but those characters ended up unsuccessful. so sad. anyway, i have this one here now, santana!! he's based on chato santana/el diablo in suicide squad >:^) umm i'd like to see plots for him but IDK WHAT PLOTS lmaO
im pretty much open to talk about anything tbh so if you'd like to pm me go ahead!!

hello everybody old and new :^)

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]God, he was really getting tired of Montagne and his facade. No one was ever really that indifferent and unkind. The colt continued to act like he had a stick up his ass, but Santana merely rolled his eyes as he approached. A pungent scent had brought him there, as the smell of blood had drawn him near. The coppery scent was rather unsettling, but when he noticed the femme at the border, badly injured, the lilac kitten's eyes widened a bit. He was no stranger to injuries, as gangs usually dealt with such harsh treatment. Gangs clashed with one another, and sometimes they were left with fewer members than when they started. It was a cruel world to live in. San didn't seem to show that he cared though, at least not when it came to the gang members and those he had grown up with. This was different though. This girl was not a gang member, was not surrounded by constant chaos and violence. "Esa, are you alright? You might be smilin' but you don't look bueno," the young gang member questioning before commenting, chin tilting up slightly as he peered at her. "Don't be a fucking rock, esé," Santana added on as a snarky quip, motioning to the colt.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]If he could read he would have been snorting and saying how ridiculous it was, but alas, he could only peer down at the paper. Santana attempted to decipher the scrawled letters, but found it impossible to even make out letters, much less words and sentences. When someone approached he sidled towards her, gazing up at her. "I can't read. What's it say?" He asked of her, a faint hint of his accent in his voice. Being raised with a mainly Spanish-speaking gang had left him bilingual, yet he couldn't read. Speaking was an easy feat for himself, but anything else was a bit difficult. Santana shuffled away from her to stare down at the crinkled paper, a frown on his lips. He was struggling, and he loathed the feeling. Frustration was rising up in the pit of his stomach, and it could be seen on his features, through his eyes and taut maw. The lilac kit decided that reading was something that he needed to learn, or others would most likely look down on him. He was only three months, but he felt as though he already had to prove himself to these people, at least a select few of them.

Upon Valor's approach, Santana crinkled his nose in distaste, finding his demand to be rather demeaning. Women, in his opinion, deserved to be respected, not treated like trash or like they weren't worth anything. Females were better than males in nearly every aspect, unless they acted in a less than appealing manner. Haruhi seemed rather ordinary, but aside from that decent. He hadn't interacted with her, so he held no strong opinions of her, or anyone else for that matter. Santana remained silent, merely glaring pointedly at Valor for a moment. He soon allowed his gaze to drift back to the parchment, acting as if he had done nothing wrong. He nearly smirked as the girl retorted, and he lifted his head to observe her, awaiting an answer. San had at least asked, not demanded.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Fire.

The word brought a certain glitter to his eyes, and the effect seemed more prominent with the fire's flickering flames flashing in his oculars. Fire was something he was always fascinated with, but he knew better than to fuck with it. The occasional flares it had might've been pretty, but fire destroyed everything in its path. Like life, it was cruel, and blistering - literally. He broke out of his trance after a few moments, eyes slightly widened as his gaze moved between all of those gathered in the general area. He flashed a grin at Duskmire, glad for the task he was assigned. It was fitting for him, especially since he enjoyed fire so much, at least looking at it: nothing more. At the mention of marshmallows, he scrambled over to Dusk, peering up at the older male. "He-" He nearly blurted the word 'Hell', but soon snapped his mouth shut. "I'll take a marshmallow, mi hombre," Santana said, recovering quickly from his stumble. His chocolate gaze flickered down to the chain, and the cross swinging from the gold. God. He would have been disappointed. One slip-up didn't matter much though, so he simply moved on as if nothing happened.

San shuffled away from the warrior, choosing to take a seat near the fire, though not close enough to get singed or injured. The fire danced in his eyes, making them appear more lively than they were. His eyes soon transitioned into their natural half-lidded state, and his expression became neutral. He glanced over his shoulder at Finn, but gave Hyacinth a quick glance as well before settling his attention on the kitsune once more. "What's up, esé? Afraid of a little fire?" His words and tone of voice were taunting, even as he kept a mellow expression. There was a slight twitch of his maw, indicating a hint of a grin.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Alliances were something he was a bit familiar with. If a gang was struggling, sometimes another would help them out. More often than not though, those aiding gangs usually expected some sort of pension in return. Living out that kind of life was tough, and it only made those within the groups more resilient and harsh.

The smell of another clan was what brought him towards the border, along with pure curiosity and wanting to see what the older individuals of the clan were doing. He could handle himself well enough despite his young age. Independence was a characteristic one needed if they wanted to survive, and he didn't plan on being a dependent perra. Santana snickered to himself at his own thoughts. He soon halted near Duskmire, merely passing Mitsuba a second glance. As his gaze settled on Malkyn, his blood ran cold. He wasn't trembling or visibly frightened, but he was wary and only a little terrified. Hellhound. The word flashed in his mind like a florescent neon sign. He knew he had nothing to fear from her; she showed no signs of doing anything that could cause harm to their clan: simply something to do with an alliance. Perhaps she wasn't a real hellhound anyway. He heard that certain people possessed the ability to change forms by just thinking of what they wanted to be. Still, Santana didn't quite like it. "Hola," he greeted, face maintaining its neutral expression. His eyes, however, were a bit wide as he observed her. San lifted a paw to play with the gold chain and the cross pendant swinging from it. "Name's Santana," the lilac kitten introduced, chocolate optics averting down to the cross hanging from the necklace.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]i dont think they'd do well with mentoring LMAO + size difference is cray

!!! sure!! they'd all have to have some kind of thread :^3 like three ppl in a private thread,,, omg that'd be cool

omg thank u weiss,,,,,
!!!!!! i would say yes bUT HE DOESNT HAVE FIRE ELEMENTAL YET
he's going to get them soon tho, so when he does HMU bc it'll probably end up being a oneshot or smth

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]"Lo siento, hombre, you ain't gettin' shit from me," the lilac kit told Valor, keeping a neutral expression despite the cold tone in his voice. The 'please' was something he hadn't expected from the other creature, but his statement was said and done. Rather than directly give Valor a marshmallow, he threw many in his general direction all while scattering them near the others too. His indifference was clear as he settled back, merely peering into the fire before taking one of the fluffy white treats and popping it into his mouth. As he chewed, Suga arrived, as did Montagne. Just like the colt, Santana was not pleased to see him, and his distaste was somewhat obvious on his features. Soon enough, though, his attention returned to Suga, whom he tossed a few marshmallows to.

He was silent as his focus averted back to the fire, watching as the flames licked the air. While he had the bag of marshmallows, he was suddenly disinterested in eating them. The one he had been eating before had been hard to chew and swallow, therefore he saw no point in choking down a few more. Human foods weren't necessarily healthy for animals anyway, unless consumed in small amounts. Even then, it wasn't the best idea. Santana lifted his head and craned his neck to peer over at Valor, chocolate visionaries narrowed slightly. "You gonna tell the story or what?" The kit questioned, head quirking to the side, though only for a moment. He doubted this story would be any good considering that the hybrid didn't seem the brightest or creative. His gaze passed over Mitsuba and Moon, who he flashed with fleeting grins. San immediately turned to stare at the fire again, seemingly entranced by the display of colors.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]If he had seen Montagne playing chess, he would have laughed his ass off. Chess was a human game, and there was no way in hell that a horse could play with his hooves, or in general. Humans played with their hands, expertly moving the black and white pieces with precise finger movements. Santana had witnessed them playing the game once or twice, but was never interested in watching the game any longer than a minute. Another reason he didn't stick around was because the humans were monsters, more so than half the animals he had met, most of which were rapists, murderers, and addicts, whether it be with drugs or alcohol. Everyone was fucked up. That was the world he had lived in, and now he was in pursuit of another life, though he wanted it be more or less the same. San had been padding along idly when Montagne stopped to drop down and roll, nearly falling onto the much smaller creature. "Mierda! Watch it, esé!" He exclaimed in a frustrated tone of voice, trotting to face the colt with a scowl on his facial features. "You could have killed me, cabrón. You probably meant to," Santana accused, glaring at the horse through narrowed optics.