Posts by NORTH,

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][font=impact][color=#a05fa0] BETRAYAL'S[font=baskerville] a funny thing. Don't get him wrong, he's not laughing, but even when he lay in his own blood, he didn't believe it happened. At first he made excuses. "It was an accident" or "she didn't really mean it." That kept going when he sat under the attention of a kind stranger, stitching the throat wound. "She didn't know it would happen" and "she wouldn't do this; I'm her brother."
It's sinking in now. North's never been what you would call "slow on the uptake;" this has been denial, short and simple. It wouldn't surprise him if there's a process for working through betrayal like there is for grieving. The two aren't that much different, are they? This is grief, mourning a relationship. No matter what happened, it was supposed to be them against the world. They had each other's backs; he didn't think she'd slide a blade in his.
She thinks he's dead, and there's a sliver of North that wishes she were right. It would be easier; he'd either be in hell or nowhere, and those are better than living knowing his twin tried to kill him. What's worse is he doesn't know why. Did they offer a promotion? He can't find anything else, because he can't think of anything that she should ditch him for. North can honestly say he wouldn't have left her for the security of world peace, if that were ever a thing people actually attempted. He wants to think he's worth more than that, but, as this has proven, he's not.
"Stings like a *."
He just about laughs to himself. What doesn't sting like a * right now? It will all be worse once he climbs this staircase, and the "floating island" aspect takes a backseat to his other events of the day. One of the great wonders of the world wouldn't even begin to make any kind of distraction from an emotional-physical cocktail of misery and injury. He could be walking into hostile territory right now, and he wouldn't notice until somebody's teeth are at his throat. Again.
Endurance is one of his strong suits, but he's wearing down (see above reasons). Body shape doesn't count for much against wounds like this. His breaths are short, gaspy, and embarrassing, and they hurt. North limps up one step, limps up another, and he's testing his ropes, now. They hold until he reaches the top, when they snap, quick as that, and the serval's forced to sit. It's that or collapse, and he sways in place. North bets he looks like * put in a blender.
"Knock knock?"
"You're not funny, North."
Yeah, her voice isn't going away soon. Ain't that a *?
[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 11/24][justify][color=#a05fa0][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of BlizzardClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][font=impact][color=#a05fa0] NORTH[font=baskerville] would find her, if he could. It might sound like he has a death wish, trying to find his near-killer and reconcile, but she's family. She's all he has and he's not ready to let go that easily. He's not the best tracker, but she thinks he's dead; you don't hide from dead people unless it's metaphorically. Which begs the question: does she regret "killing" him?
She hated being the twin. This might have given her freedom, seeing as North became more of a burden to her as time went on. People always thought of them as a single entity, and rarely saw them individually, but North hadn't minded it, not not as passionately as South had. She's independent. She's fiercely attached to being her own person, and there's nothing wrong with that. He just wishes she would have found a better solution than putting him down.
The tall serval fixes his weight, putting as little as possible on his broken leg. It and the wound on his neck are throbbing reminders of how easily she'd gone at him. North didn't have a chance, paralyzed by the shock of having his sister attack him with serious intentions. He fought back, though. He didn't roll over that easily, and somehow he's made it out with his life, but it's not worth much.
He's interrupted from his thoughts by the scrape of paws. North looks up from the ground, and the clanner he sees must have had more than lemons thrown at him by life. He's wearing a mask, but North can see the edges of scars at the back, with some bandages.
"Could have been a better knock knock joke, but I think it would have made it as a punch line." Talking hurts. It's like someone took a sandpaper block and shoved it down his throat. "You don't have to-" Too late. Already he's imposing. "Thank you, other injured guy. I'm North. Which clan is this?"

[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 11/24][justify][color=#a05fa0][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of BlizzardClan
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][font=impact][color=#a05fa0] BLIZZARDCLAN?[font=baskerville] He'll pretend that's a name he recognizes. Only the odd job here and there ever took him near the clans, and never once was there a BlizzardClan mentioned. That means it's one of the best places to lay low for a little while. As confident as he is that she's convinced he's dead, he doesn't want her catching wind of the truth until he's the one confronting her. If that's something he can ever stomach. There are some questions you don't always want answered. Why she threw him under the bus is one of them.
"Thanks." His head bobs in the large clanner's direction. He regrets it as soon as the torn flesh is tugged, and he catches his wince before it can betray him. North knows he looks like *, but that will be the extent of it. Call it an old habit, and everyone knows how hard those are to quit. "What's your name? Maybe it's just me, but the introductions are feeling a little one-sided."
There's another someone here now. She takes one look at him and says something about finding a Mary. "I think someone went fetching already." There's no sign of this Mary, but that other stranger's still gone. She must be a hard person to find. "You don't have to go through the trouble."
North's quiet for a moment. "Would you mind if I stayed here a little while? Don't think I'm in any shape to go trekking around right now."
[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 11/24][justify][color=#a05fa0][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of BlizzardClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][font=impact][color=#a05fa0] "PHAROAHS[font=baskerville] count as princes?"[font=Baskerville] North doesn't know about the name itself, but correct him if he's wrong, there was one of those stuffy guys named Sethos. He can't elaborate on it. It sounds right, though that's not much of a determining factor; sherbert sounds right, but it's actually sherbet. He can't say it matters when people understand the point; isn't that why they communicate in the first place?
"You don't look much like you eat from a silver spoon and squabble with other heirs to take the throne."
"Still not funny, North. Hearing you try to make a joke is the equivalent of verbal constipation." Thanks, South's imaginary voice in his head. He holds back a sigh, smiling at the group instead, but it might look faintly manic. He still looks like * after everything. Feels like * too. It'll be different in a few days or so, thanks to the Ragdoll here, who's the only person he recognizes. North clears his throat, which turns out to be a bad idea, but there's no wincing here. He's still too stubborn for that.
"I'm North. Would you rather be stranded on an island or a mountain?" It's not a cutesy question, but asking for his favorite color isn't interesting.

[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 11/24][justify][color=#a05fa0][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of BlizzardClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][font=impact][color=#a05fa0] SHOULD[font=baskerville] he be drinking? He definitely has the reason to be, but something tells him that doesn't fly in medicinal practice. Or anatomy and whatever biochemical processes he's got to be screwing with each time he takes a swallow. The worst part? It's not even good alcohol, just some * that's probably not far off from being made into rubbing alcohol. North would do unspeakable, unthinkable things for nice bourbon, or vodka. Or anything other than this swill. He's getting the feeling he's been ripped off, if you can be screwed over for something you didn't pay for.
Not in the literal sense. North knows he's going to pay for this later by landing more firmly into the ditch he'd tripped into. He just wants to know what he did wrong. Is that too much to ask for? If she didn't think he was dead, North would track her down and shake her until all the answers spilled out. "Did I smother you? Was it something I said?"
The thing is, it won't be that simple. It can't be one, single event that led to a betrayal like this. His sister didn't decide at the drop of a hat that she'd leave him for dead. He doesn't want to think about why she did, as much as he wants answers for it. That's why he has the alcohol, to get his brain to shut up for a few seconds, and North swallows another swig. He grimaces as it goes down, a disgusted shudder running down his spine.
The serval peers into the bottle warily. "Wouldn't be surprised if there's piss in this," he mutters. North drinks again anyway, and this time, most of his taste buds are numb or dead enough that it's not as putrid. It'll do its job, hopefully. North wants, at the very least, for the burning throb of his neck wound to stop blaring so loudly.
Couple centimeters to his right and he wouldn't even be worrying about that.
[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 11/24][justify][color=#a05fa0][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of BlizzardClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][font=impact][color=#a05fa0] HE[font=baskerville] blinks, focusing in on the pale serval. North didn't hear her arrive, so either he's drinker than he thought or she walks like a butterfly. It must be even more of a testament to his drunkenness that he can't decide which one makes more sense.
"Better alcohol would be nice."
North doesn't think it's quite what she was expecting. He should be drinking water, something to keep him hydrated, but he's not too concerned with his health at the moment. After all the times he's scolded his sister for doing the same thing, it's a little hypocritical of him, although North's concern just doesn't work when applied to himself. He's too used to being the older brother -older twin- taking care of the rest of them.
He doesn't mean to space out into his thoughts, because she seems nice and it's rude of him to ignore her. "I can't be too picky though." North smiles simply. "What's your name? I've seen you around but I haven't picked up on it yet."

[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 11/24][justify][color=#a05fa0][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of BlizzardClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][font=impact][color=#a05fa0] THE[font=baskerville] clans aren't North's area of expertise. He's never been caught in their orbit before, staying on their periphery at most. Obviously that's changed now, and he's been adjusting, but he can't say he knows much about them still. This one's filled to the brim with people. It used to be that he only saw about eight people every day, and he knew all their names. That doesn't seem very possible now, when he's just about tripping over bodies everywhere he goes. North can't say he likes it, even if he's more of the social type.
North might not even stay long, just long enough to heal more. What he needs to decide is if he wants to track down his sister or not. It's a tough question that might take some time to debate, what with their last interaction involving North left for dead. Siblings fight, but not like that.
He wishes things could be different.
Wandering along, limping as he goes, the serval catches voices. He hears them all the time, just because there's so many people, but there aren't as many in this direction. North hobbles in that direction, until he finds two individuals, neither of them familiar. "Did you say Leo?"
So this is how simple joining is. "Welcome. Sorry I didn't bring any confetti. " Welcoming parties, anyone? "No, that was another stupid joke." Okay then.
"I'm North. Mind if I ask what brings you here?"

/rip sorry I couldn't match your muse!
[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 11/24][justify][color=#a05fa0][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of BlizzardClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][font=impact][color=#a05fa0] NOW[font=baskerville] this is different. The desert's not what he expected to find after limping through a lush forest, and he stares across the stretch of cracked earth. It's not anything like BlizzardClan, where North briefly stayed to rest up, but something tells him floating islands aren't what you would consider commonplace out here. Most of these places are seeming pretty unique, and there are so many different environments and biomes he's wandered through that he's a mite amazed by it. It's harder to get lost when he's not passing the same tree over and over again, but North still isn't prepared for the desert.
"What are you waiting for? It won't bite." Something out there might, although North isn't that paranoid. He's easy pickings right now anyway that it wouldn't matter.
"At least I'm not at risk of falling to my death." Limping up a staircase isn't a great idea. It's just asking for Murphy's Law to prove itself in another tragic accident, but anyone who cares about him, and vice versa, think he's dead. That's only one person: his sister, and she is the reason North has the broken leg and the nearly-fatal bite wound.
The sting of betrayal hurts more than the wounds themselves. North still hasn't come up with a reason why she'd turn her back on him. They're family, for *'s sake! They raised each other and he's never been without her until now. She must be enjoying that freedom.
The violet serval's breath leaves in a quiet sigh, the most he'll ever let himself have, and he pushes on, until the wall looms closer and taller than it had a distance. They're not fooling around, are they? "Before you ask, I'm North. Any room for me?" He knows there is, but he's being polite, and hopefully it wasn't just to the air and someone actually heard him.
[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 11/27][justify][color=#a05fa0][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of _____
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting; acts as a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper; can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][font=impact][color=#a05fa0] THE[font=baskerville] first to greet him is a child. North has no problems with children- they don't disgust him or annoy him; in fact it's mostly the opposite, and his eyes crinkle when he smiles lightly at the kitten. She's rambunctious, that's for sure, and it's only natural that it has to remind him of his sister at that age, because he's not expecting a break from the now-painful memories.
"Nice to meet you, Nukakit. That's a pretty neat name you have there." A small laugh rumbles in his throat, and it isn't the most comfortable feeling in the world -even moving slightly has the wound beneath the bandage loudly throbbing- but he's had worse. "I'm not from the North Pole, but I think I've heard from someone who is that they saw a certain sleigh once." He knows she asked for the reason his name is North, but he doesn't think Nukakit will want to hear about call signs and such, so he focuses on the Santa part and continues smiling.
"Do I like space? Of course I like space!" It isn't a lie- he's just caught in the kitten's enthusiasm, wanting to return at least a portion of it. "Wow, I've always wanted to meet a space explorer. A space tour? You would do that for me?" Speaking is slightly painful too, but again, it's nothing he can't handle.
North is more concerned with why he has it in the first place. It, and the broken leg were meant to kill him, and where some people have never been close with family, South's all he has- had. They promised they'd always be there in the end, but something...changed. She changed. North didn't love her any less, but whatever it was, he'd been too late to catch it.
The serval shakes it away, and outwardly he's still the same. His gaze goes from Nukakit to the alabaster stranger behind her, whose focus is clearly on North's injuries. "Oh, don't worry about it. BlizzardClan looked me over not too long ago." He only needs a bandage change, and he can do that one on his own, so there's no need for them to trouble themselves over it.
"I'm fine, I promise." He says that to Nukakit. North is debating what to say about the jelly -how it isn't jelly- when he's beaten to it by a canine wearing a pink bowtie.
He tries to send for a medic as well, and North stops himself from shaking his head, because that wouldn't be a great idea. "She doesn't need to, it's okay. I'm not going to keel over."
[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 11/27][justify][color=#a05fa0][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of _____
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting; acts as a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper; can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][color=#bfa5ad][font=baskerville] CUPCAKES? He thinks that's what he's heard, but some screaming follows, and that's what has him actually investigating. Luckily, he can distinguish between the curdling kind of fear and the kind reserved for spiders or other small creatures. Does that sound vaguely serial killer-ish? After all that he's done, it's impossible not to know the differences, and more so when one of his coworkers had the uncanny ability to attract spiders from what seemed like thin air. He didn't call it an ability, though, and North learned to carry around earplugs just in case.
That's what he's expecting, when he's limping in the direction of the shouting. "It's got to be one of those bigger ones. Or maybe it was a beetle. That wasn't quite a spider scream." It's not a spider on the kid's face, or a beetle, or anything that would have come first to North's mind. It's a moth. A big one, he'll give them that, but this had people screaming? They don't make them like they used to, he supposes.
"I thought there were actual cupcakes. That would have been a better reason for the screaming." The serval smiles warmly at Calliste, hobbling farther into the area nearby the dining room. There are so many rooms in this place he's just happy he made it here. "So, it's nice to meet you, Cupcake. I'm North. And what's your name?" He speaks to the child directly at the end, because he doesn't remember meeting him before.
[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 12/02][justify][color=#bfa5ad][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of DarkClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting; a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper; can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed
- Tends to act like an older brother

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][color=#bfa5ad][font=baskerville] HE hates to disappoint, but North finds Bigby anyway. He'd heard something like his name earlier, and there'd been a gut feeling that something was wrong, but his instinct's not always right. It was quiet the day his sister nearly succeeded in killing him, so he chalked it off as a false alarm. Or he did at first. Now he wishes he'd actually checked. It's a stupid mistake, and it's lazy, the kind of sloppiness he'd get a few ass-chewings for, but none of that's important. There's a massive, growling wolf whose scent is mostly overridden by the metallic edge of blood.
"Christ," the serval swears, lowly. He limps a step toward the canine, slow, just in case. He doesn't know this guy's mental state, or if he's conducive to strangers approaching him, even if they're clanmates. "Hey, say the word and I'll find one of the medics." He should say "* it" and fetch one anyway, because pride can get in the way of healing, and stubbornness too. If it comes to that, North can always go get one no matter what he says. His leg might be broken, but he's still in better shape than this fellow is right now.
Dark eyes trace their surroundings, looking for whoever did this, but they're gone. It's not as comforting as it might be for other people. Whoever they are, they're still out there, and they can do this again. "You want something to lean on?" North can worry about the attacker later.

/sorry this isn't that great in comparison xc
[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 12/02][justify][color=#bfa5ad][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of DarkClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting; a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper; can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed
- Tends to act like an older brother

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][color=#bfa5ad][font=baskerville]
i wouldn't know either

NORTH'S not too familiar with the clans. He's a recent player on the board, so he's never experienced when there's been a full board or a half. Most of his life's been spent with his sister, and coworkers when he grew older. They never had jobs that needed them to get too involved with the clans, which is why the serval's here. It's safer. They wouldn't know where to find him, if they did catch wind that he's still alive and not dead as his sister planned it. He doesn't think that will ever not sting like alcohol slapped over an open wound.
It's a good thing there are so many distractions. People come and go here all the time, interesting people, and North's curiosity is piqued by the much larger creature. He's been dwarfed quite a bit lately. Glancing at another DarkClanner, who calls Nos "Soldier Nos" like they're an actual army. Or is that just the rank for normal members? If so, there could be a better one. One less conscripted. "I'm North. Hope you settle in okay, Nos."
[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 12/02][justify][color=#bfa5ad][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of DarkClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting; a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper; can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed
- Tends to act like an older brother

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][color=#bfa5ad][font=baskerville] HE has seen some pretty strange things over his lifetime, but dragons have been rare. He's not new to them, but neither is he very familiar, so when the serval happens upon the cloaked creature on his limped patrol of the territory, he doesn't know what to say immediately. He seems smaller than some of the dragons he's seen before, though he's still much taller than North nonetheless. He's also wearing...glasses? North can't smell any clan on him, so he must be here to join, although he doesn't bank on it. People have a variety of intentions; he won't assume until the stranger gives his business, even if that's something he could easily falsify.
"I am. Any reason you're looking for DarkClanners?"

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- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of DarkClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting; a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper; can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed
- Tends to act like an older brother

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

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just tracking for now :>

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- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of DarkClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting; a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper; can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed
- Tends to act like an older brother

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][color=#bfa5ad][font=baskerville] DAMN he itches. He knew he would, with the stitches in his neck, but this feels never-ending. It keeps going and going and going and it's driving him nuts, because he can't itch it. North actually has the restraint to keep himself from doing it, but hell if it isn't tempting. The serval's fidgeting, shifting his neck around, and that tugs at the bite, worsening the itch and the burn. He nearly scratches the injury, almost puts his paw to the bandage and pulls it away, but even still he refrains. He doesn't know how long he'll be able to hold out, if this becomes a daily trend. Someone knocking him out is preferable to roaming around with a persistent itching that flares hotter the longer he ignores it.
The trees are looking very helpful. All that coarse bark would be great to rub his neck on, and he laughs, suddenly. Leave it to South to run him into madness even when they're separated, and when she thinks he's food for the worms. She might have realized by now that he's not actually dead, but does it matter anyway? He might as well be dead. There's a new itching now, except it's not, surprisingly, his neck; it's the name on his broken leg.
North laughs again. He really must have lost his mind along the way. "Oh, you asshole."
He loves her anyway. Not even this has changed that.

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- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of DarkClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting; a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper; can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed
- Tends to act like an older brother

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

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they could be friends? North could mentor her too, if you want!

[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 12/02][justify][color=#bfa5ad][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of DarkClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting; a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper; can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed
- Tends to act like an older brother

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][color=#bfa5ad][font=baskerville] HE doesn't take any steps backwards, even though he's got a much larger wolf growling down at him defensively. He's too tired to care for that at this point, and he doesn't expect him to tear North apart anytime soon. The wolf just wants him to go. Well he's not going to be doing that either, until he knows this guy will be alright, and if that takes several hours, then so be it. They don't know each other, but it doesn't mean he can't carry concern, even if it's just a little bit.
"I asked if you wanted, not if you needed." It's a flimsy loophole, but it is what he said. However, North has made it clear that he's just speaking euphemistically, too, since he's sticking around in spite of what the wolf actually wants.
'Great logic there, Kostya.'
"And you can have one, if you can stand for more than five minutes without wobbling. Sounds like a fire hazard, if I ever heard one." He raises a feline eyebrow, but he doesn't say anything to the order, telling him off to do something useful instead. He thinks his silence is pointed enough to say that he thinks this is fairly important.
He's not the only one who shares the same idea, but as more people arrive with their worry, the wolf grows more agitated, more defiant, until a straw breaks the camel's back and he's looming over all of them. The DarkClanner enunciates his words punctually, to make his point, fierce and scowling, even at those he does know, such as Mothnose. Not even the medic escapes his glare. When it's his turn to endure it, North stares back evenly, gaze steady.
"You don't have to do it alone, even if you can." He falls silent, head turning to the coyote who begins speaking. She's not holding anything back. She's no nonsense and brisk, and part of that reminds North of South, who never minced words. She would have said it in a much more colorful tone, with some "mother*ers" here and there, but they're similar still.
"She's right. Besides, better to be safe than sorry, yeah?" The expression he gives the coyote is thankful, albeit brief.
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- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of DarkClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting; a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper; can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed
- Tends to act like an older brother

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][color=#bfa5ad][font=baskerville] "YOU know, I might have, once or twice. Is she related to Sepsis, by any chance?" He smiles automatically, even if he's got a * for a wound and equally painful memories to contend with. North doesn't think he's met the younger wolf before; he'd remember seeing those tired eyes, the kind that go hand in hand with caring too much for too many people. "I think I met them both before. They're not very chatty." North knows something like that, but he's never been a medic. He's been the older brother to a walking hurricane, and he's clocked in more than a few days of sitting beside motionless bodies, waiting for her to wake up so he can smile at her and scold her later. He won't be doing that anymore. He does still hate to worry people in turn though, so he's a little guilty the medic needs to give him attention for a wound that's already been handled.
"Guess I'm *ed on more than one count then." He watches the wolf in turn, who's got his eyes on North's leg. The medic's not asking what he's done to get in this shape. They don't usually do that until after, when everything's handled and they want an explanation for why they just spent a good portion of their time fussing. "Alright, Ben. You're right- that is a pretty fancy title. I reckon you've earned it." The serval smiles again. "I'm North. It's weird to see a medic with a cigarette." This one's unlit, though.
"Yeah, it's being a real pain in the neck."
"You are ridiculous." And there's South's voice again, right where it shouldn't be. "You've got the time for it? You must be pretty busy." The serval's a recent addition to the clan scene, but from everything he's witnessed the past few days, people get roughed up fairly often.
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- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of DarkClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting; a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper; can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed
- Tends to act like an older brother

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][color=#bfa5ad][font=baskerville]/i really like that purple btw
+ this is a shitty post sorry

"Hey, there. You need something?" She has a stony expression, the kind that shutters off all her thoughts. North's no mind reader, but he can't even make a guess about what she wants, with an expression like that. He's used to poker faces, but it doesn't mean he's got the key to finding everybody's tells automatically. He'll have to know her, to do that, and he can't even say if he'll be seeing her again after this.
"I'm North." It's not the best idea, introducing himself so easily. The serval doesn't know who's been out there in the groups that aren't affiliated with the clans, and who might have heard something about him. Violet servals are hard to miss, and ones named North even harder.
"Fuck it."
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- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of DarkClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting; a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper; can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed
- Tends to act like an older brother

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][color=#bfa5ad][font=baskerville] NORTH has seen many kinds of confidences over his years. He's met cocky assholes and charming assholes; people who saunter and swagger and strut instead of walk; people who can be completely silent yet exude enough self-assurance that others can't help looking over. He's seen them come and go in various ways. Some of them died, some of them quit, some stayed and might still be there for all North knows. His sister's one of those people. She was a turbulent kind of confident, and other times she was just plain loud.
This canine isn't very loud, though, but she's definitely hefting around a couple packages of self-esteem. She's small, but it makes her seem much larger when she's got that air of confidence about her. The serval limps closer, sparing a glance for the coyote whose name he doesn't think he's gotten before now. He saves it away, like he does with the newest member's name.
"I'm North. I hope you'll settle in well here." North smiles warmly, because it's the friendly thing to do.
[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 12/02][justify][color=#bfa5ad][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of DarkClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to a NPC
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very dark blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting; a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper; can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed
- Tends to act like an older brother

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled