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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] name: mikaela 'mero' deadman.
gender: transgender female.
position wanted: armada.
personality and appearance: below.
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] Track!
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] She knew this place would be shitty the moment she encountered it. There was nowhere he could go that could bring her happiness, especially not a place where cooperation was important for success. She hadn't really wanted to return to the clans. She still remembered her father, who hadn't left her with a good impression of what members of any clan were like. They were liars, cheats and they certainly weren't about to care about her. The female could have endlessly complained about everything that was about to go wrong for her. Her luck seemed to be the worst, and her unpreventable behavior didn't help either.

Regardless of such pessimistic thoughts, the serval seated herself within the camp, shifting on her feet as she waited to see whether anyone would approach her. If she was going to remain here, which was probably necessary since she was a member of the Armada, she could at least become familiar with everyone's names. She didn't actually care about anyone and doubted that she ever would, but for as long as she entrapped herself within Riddleclan's borders she'd try to make herself comfortable until she ultimately messed up and was forced to leave. It always happened. No one wanted her around forever, and she'd come to simply accept this. She made too many mistakes and endangered both herself and others consistently.

After a while of her simply standing around and being aloof though, no one seemed to even glance at her. All the npcs scattered around simply continued with their conversations, infuriating her effortlessly. She was trapped here, and now no one was even going to acknowledge her presence? The serval gritted her teeth in annoyance, her gaze darkening from behind her back which was turned to the crowd. She was so tempted to instantly begin yelling at them. She wished she could have proudly declared that she resisted the urge, but watching everyone else happy and smiling just made her extremely bitter. Of course she was going to end up being lone wolf, as usual.

"Hey!"

The female's deep voice called out as she sprung to life, storming over to the nearest group of npcs, obviously angered. "Are you assholes incapable of seeing shit? God!" naturally, her feistiness quickly became contagious, since in an instant one of the npcs rose to their feet and glared back at her. "Do you seriously expect us to notice you when you're sitting in the corner sulking?" Mero didn't even possess the patience to deal with being talked back to, even if their logic was perfect. "What was that you little-" the serval trailed off as her claws sprung from her paws, her gold eyes deadly with poison. "Come at me anyday! I'll tear you face off, you hear?"
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] Mero had been ready to throw her clanmate to the ground and show them that she meant business before someone showed up. The female uttered a low snarl, anger bubbling within her chest. She didn't care whether the timber wolf was both older and larger than her. Anyone who got between her and the Riddleclanner who'd insulted her could rot in hell as far as Mero was concerned. She spun around to glare up the archsage, her sharpened tongue ready to be unleashed the moment she decided to defend herself. "What the hell do you want?" she snapped, although she already knew. It was another obedient pawn who was willing to sit contently and follow the standards laid down for them. In her eyes, her clanmate who was trying to stop her from fighting was simply another liar among many.

When Solarflare questioned what was happening, Mero tensed her limbs slightly in frustration. Why couldn't she just be allowed to fight her own battles? "Take it up with this asshole over here!" she retorted, struggling to lock her golden oculars upon her supposedly hostile clanmate who seemed to have lost interest in a rather arrogant fashion. The Armada member looked ready to charge right past the timber wolf and charge the figure regardless of what warnings she was given, but she was struggling to figure out how to pass her. In fact, she looked like she was considering fighting the canine standing before her regardless of how average one could consider her strength to be.
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] Why did everyone have to ask the same questions? He was so sick of answering such inquiries when the answer was plain and simple. Nothing that was happening was fine. This was another member of the Armada to speaking to her too, which was frustrating. Although it was likely Mero's fault for being so judgmental, Jack wasn't making a good impression on her. With a small huff, Mero pitched their voice into a somewhat mocking yet bored feminine noise, "of course everything's alright, because in the land of rainbows and smiles no one is ever miserable and we're all friends." After speaking, she proceeded to groan irritatedly, her sharp glare directed at Jack. "Grow up. Of course it's not alright over here!" she wasn't about to repeat the answer she'd offered to Solarflare. Why would she be bothered with repeating herself? It was Jack's fault for not listening to the information she offered.

The leader themselves showed up, which seemed to dampen Mero's mood further judging by the low sigh she uttered the moment he appeared and began speaking. She didn't need these lectures. Couldn't everyone just be quiet and leave her to do her own thing? Her maw twisted into a heavier frown. "Or we could just bash each other's teeth inside the asylum grounds," she commented dryly, looking unimpressed. "This is a place for crackheads anyway," her second comment was rather factual, but it was obvious that she was referring to more than the patients that might have previously dwelled in such a place.

When the lion warned her to not lay a paw upon the medic, Mero's temper seemed to be flaring to the point where it couldn't be controlled. She didn't care whether he was the leader. Solarflare was in the way, and that was her issue. Why was the wolf suddenly so great? The serval shot a hateful glance at the female standing between her and the npc that she wanted to fight, instant distaste spreading across her features. "She's in the way, and she can deal with it!" she snapped, attempting to push past the medic roughly. If he couldn't deal with that, she'd probably end up fighting again. If there was one thing the Armada member didn't handle well, it was obedience. In fact, she was compelled to do the opposite of what she was told to.

/ic opinions
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] The serval was finally starting to attempt a meager amount of social interaction with her clanmates, although she still wasn't pleased with a majority of them. The moment the serval arrived, she ensured that she seated herself as far away from everyone else present as possible, although she remained close enough to be audible over the numerous other voices. Crypto was apparently also a newer member, like the Armada herself who had struggled to settle in. It looked like the feline was having more luck than her, which she almost considered to be unacceptable. From her viewpoint, there was ever-lasting bias against her that radiated off her clanmates or basically just anyone she encountered. With a huff, the serval's gaze hardened slightly as she eyed the newcomer before she opted to raise her voice and make her opinion heard. Was she going to fail at making a good impression? Yes. But did she actually care nowadays? Probably not.

After a while of barely listening to what everyone was saying, the serval shifted and changed her position altogether, before her masculine voice could be heard, "like who?" she asked bluntly, not caring to guess at who she might be seeking. Her tone was bored, but at least it didn't carry the fire that it had before. She wasn't about to throw a temper tantrum for no good reason at least. She seemed somewhat impatient waiting for an answer from her fellow Riddleclanner, although at the moment she didn't do anything courteous like introduce herself (by her alias) or in general reveal anything about herself. She tended to avoid giving others information, regardless of how harmless it was.

/ninja'd + welcome!
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] The serval's golden oculars were fixed upon the possibly overweight female, noting her words in silence for a moment or so. A member of Thunderclan, whatever that was. Mero was only aware of the existence of her own clan, although she wasn't completely ignorant to the concept of there being other clans scattered about the wide world. She assumed that Thunderclan was one of them, and could actually guess what many of the terms meant. She assumed that Megalomania was attempting to ally herself with both clan, and she was also requesting that both clans be on friendly terms. Mero didn't exactly support her suggestion of a somewhat friendly relationship, but she couldn't reject it instantly either. Although she didn't trust the Thunderclan spoken of, she wouldn't object until they proved themselves to be completely hateable.

The golden-furred feline huffed slightly, but offered no real complaints. So she was in. It wasn't like Mero really cared. Everyone almost blended together until she actually got to know them, although Mero occasionally took interest in certain individuals who managed to catch her interest. She didn't comment on her asking for a dual membership, but instead her suggesting an alliance. "Depends. Are you planning to stab us in the back anytime soon?" she didn't care whether the decision was up to their leader. If she didn't like Megalomania's answer, she'd be objecting to the suggestion the Thunderclanner made in a rather feisty fashion.
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] It'd be great if you could!
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] She didn't know how the hell she was talking to, but apparently they were experiencing a name change. It wasn't difficult to remember, since she hadn't known who he was earlier. The serval seemed somewhat relaxed in her situation, especially since a strand of characters was probably less memorable than some male name with what she considered to be an obnoxious meaning being her pessimistic self. She certainly didn't display an overly optimistic attitude toward her clanmate changing his name, although it was obvious by her facial expression that she really just didn't care. He was really doing her a favor unwillingly by giving himself a perfect normal name.

Despite being as close to satisfaction as she'd ever manage, a sigh still escaped her chest as she stood there. Mero didn't even use her real name anymore, so it was unfair of her to comment anyway. But although she'd never uttered her true name to her clanmates, she hadn't changed it altogether. She especially wouldn't call herself a "strong judge", although she could probably live up to the title given her feisty nature. "Yeah, I'm sure you will," she commented sarcastically without thinking how harmful such a statement could be and even when she did not actually caring anyway. She couldn't stop herself. She was something close to pure impulse after all.

/ic opinions ^^
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] Of course Nails had instantly gone for Jack. She couldn't believe how much of a suck-up Jack was proving to be, and she wasn't exactly pleased about being paired with the leader that she'd been ready to fight when she'd first appeared in the clan fired up to tear into one of her clanmates. Her apparent opponent claimed to have no preference, but instantly she decided that she wouldn't have wanted Crypto as a partner anyway. She could pair up with Jack, and that'd just give her a reason to smash either of their heads into the ground the moment she was given the chance. Preferably Jack's, since he was actually annoying her the most here. Although that obviously wasn't a challenge given the Armada member's hostility towards everyone. She couldn't find it within herself to loosen up at the moment.

Huffing, the female glanced at Briareos. It looked like she was stuck allying herself with the leader for this fight, although she wouldn't have minded having to square up against him (or anyone really). "Fine! No takebacks! You're both stuck together!" her temper still appeared to be flaring as she backed into an area closer to her apparent teammate, although she was probably going to treat him as more of a neutral. She did almost everything alone, and for a good reason too. "Can we just get this over with?" her impatience shone through as she tapped a paw against the ground. She would have preferred to run off and eat chocolate somewhere private, but apparently she was stuck sparring. But as long as she won, that wasn't so bad.
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] Therapy? Like Mero was about to have a feeling session with her clanmates. She didn't trust anyone to not exploit any information she gave them about herself, especially since she probably suffered from a few problems with her personality. The suggestion seemed ridiculous to the Armada member. She didn't need anyone to resolve her problems. She had looked after herself despite having been what others might have called a 'problem child'. Although Mero wouldn't put it past anyone to actually accept the leader's offer. Others were simply too trusting, even though it was obvious to at least Mero that very few had pure intentions despite their beliefs regarding their own wills.

The serval glanced at the leader for a moment, but then made it obvious that she was completely uninterested in letting others get to know her or even why she often acted like such a jerk towards everyone. Although she wasn't happy about the things that'd happened in her childhood, she wasn't about to share her story with everyone. She was stubborn like that, and utterly unwilling to believe that others might simply want to help her. She didn't need fixing after all. She wasn't something that could be pieced back together like an object that'd been broken. Eyes narrowed slightly, she remained watching, but she obviously wasn't interested in involving herself.
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] If they could have slowed down, Mero might have been quicker to wrap her head around everything. However, she wasn't exactly unable to comprehend what was happening, since the discussion of an alliance between Riddleclan and the Brotherhood was self-explanatory. They'd already been asked to ally themselves with Thunderclan, although Briareos hadn't formally accepted and as such the agreement probably wouldn't proceed between the two clans. But apparently he was choosing to accept the Brotherhood without question. As long as she didn't have to play nice with the Brotherhood or any of it's members, the female was comfortable in her situation.

The Armada member mostly lurked in the corner, watching the pair discuss their new alliance with an unimpressed expression. Of course, the lion was privileged and could do whatever he wanted without asking for consent from this members. If it'd been up to Mero, she wouldn't have trusted someone until they'd actually done something useful rather than simply granting their request. However, Mero didn't really understand that they'd been allies previously, or rather didn't care while thinking about the proceedings. "Because hail the great Brotherhood," she muttered to herself bitterly, not actually caring whether anyone heard her.
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] Mero might have been bitter if she hadn't been so disinterested in attending the gathering. She wasn't interesting in seeing what everyone else was doing. Their business was theirs and didn't concern her. She could have preferred to lurk inside her residence and scoff chocolate while no one was around to see her indulging in several different hobbies. Although she was insulted learning that Briareos didn't consider her worthy, she quickly decided that his opinion didn't matter. He was just so typical, although her definition of such a word was somewhat twisted. Only one of the names called from the selected lower-rank members were recognized, which of course was Jack's. So he was being invited? That seemed like a terrible decision. She wasn't about to forget this in a hurry.

Since pretty much the entire clan she knew aside from one or two members was attending, she'd be able to lurk in the camp and do what she wanted for once rather than running into everyone. She could have disobeyed and followed them, but the event sounded boring anyway. She'd recently gained a king-sized chocolate bar, and she wasn't going to let the delicacy melt away while she was busy being pushed into social situations so rudely. "Have fun then. Send a freakin photo," her usual sarcasm settled into her tone, although as usual there were hints of poison in her words as she left them to their gathering and slipped off to do her own thing.
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] Great, it seemed like there were three more additions to the clan. More people that Mero might actually have to socialize with if forced into doing so, which she hadn't attempted to hide her dislike towards. She wasn't overly concerned with forming connections with others. She'd taught herself to stop caring about how distant she became from those that she should have held close. She couldn't change herself after all. She'd been born to sprint wildly. Perhaps she was somewhat similar to Missingnight, only she was more than grumpy. She seemed to spoil the joyful moments the clan had with her sharp and uncontrolled tongue combined with her bitterness. Whether she was greeting newcomers like the three present or simply being told to do something, Mero could never be pleased while in the company of others.

Her expression was somewhat icy as she watched the trio, drawing up some distance behind Briareos with a scowl creasing her features. It looked like the male had already responded to their inquiries as well as questioning them, and for once she didn't actually have much to say. However, she was no less unfriendly. It was as if an aura of hostility surrounded her form. She didn't even identify as her birth gender or use her real name. It became obvious quickly that Mero was convinced that everyone was artificial in their kindness. Someone had commented on them being a problem child, and she could have been considered such in her youth as well. It angered her when others called her that, but it was probably the best word for her in both the present and the past.
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] Well, it looked like Solarflare was about to hit rock bottom. Perhaps she felt the slightest amount of pity towards her, given her old age. But she refused to let such emotions control her. The medic hadn't done anything for her, and she wouldn't return a favor that hadn't been given beforehand. She recognized the wolf's companion running around as well, who'd reported that the old female might perish soon. Mero decided that she wouldn't be attending her funeral when that happened the moment she heard. It was a disrespectful thing, but she had better things to do and she doubted that Solarflare would have attended her funeral if she'd lived to see it. In short, the serval was trying incredibly hard to avoid caring.

It looked like Mintyswirl was already attending to her, and Mero decided to stand back and barely pay attention to her clanmate despite her quite possibly coming close to death. Apparently she was ill according to her companion. Mero decided that she didn't care as stated before, and she was sticking to this opinion, neither speaking nor even glancing at her fellow Riddleclanner. On the bright side, if she died there'd be one less annoying individual in Riddleclan. She couldn't actually think of any negative outcomes, since she was completely focused on her personal feelings and didn't consider that Solarflare was the expert in the medical field.
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] Why was Mint disturbing her while she was trying to sleep? Mero had more important things to do than respond to pranks like this. However, Mero had been known to struggle to get to sleep once she woke up full of energy. Groaning to herself, the bright blonde-haired girl dragged herself from the comfort of sleep. She'd be very cross if she'd been summoned without reason. Rubbing her eyes, she raised her head sleepily, masculine features peaking out from her face alongside light hazel eyes that almost resembled a yellowish color. It seemed like someone else had also moved, so at least she wasn't the first of them who had to drag herself from a resting position.

Perhaps she panicked more when she saw what was happening. Maeve was attempting to petrify them, but would that actually hold them down? She personally doubted it. They were talking about the undead. Besides, she was fed up with Maeve being a gorgon. "Fuck!" she hissed under her breath, before spinning around and running in the opposite direction from which the undead were approaching. She could technically hold her own, but the less crowded she was the easier it'd be to avoid falling prey to them. She was not about to fall prey to supernatural beings. She was an intelligent figure despite being illogical at times, so even if everyone else died she was hoping to have a chance at survival.
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] Someone else had decided to wander along, although apparently they'd brought muffins with them. Mero might have been interested if they were chocolate, since she was often found munching on large bars of it when she was confident that no one else was watching her. It was practically all she was interested in eating, and therefore the offerings the Stormclanner brought with her were uninteresting in the eyes of the serval who looked somewhat uninterested the moment she arrived. Of course, Mero was very good at pretending to be aloof even when something interested her, simply because she didn't want anyone to figure out anything personal concerning her identity. No one even knew her real name supposedly.

She looked at the baked goods and then at Castiel, oculars narrowed slightly. She didn't actually know what clan the angel was from, since she'd only really encountered the Brotherhood and Colouredclan during her lifetime. But Riddlelclan only had one ally, and she didn't like them anyway. So she was instantly suspicious of the unfamiliar face. "What do you want?" she asked somewhat rudely, not bothering to ask for her name. It wasn't important in the eyes of the Armada member, since she'd hopefully be departing back to her own territory rapidly once everything was straightened out.
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