Posts by PIERCE P.

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][font=times new roman]Pierce had just been setting out on his daily journey for art supplies when he heard an unfamiliar voice. He carefully dropped his hind-paws off the last marble step, satchel bouncing at his side, and pricked his ears to the sound of Nanu's call. He lifted his head as the voice returned and followed the stranger's voice, soon finding himself face-to-face with another serval.

"I'm here." He mewed, allowing his amber gaze to drift over the other's body. "May I ask your name and business here in Blizzardclan?" The Head Paladin tilted his head to the side and lifted a whiskery brow, long tail low and unsure around this strange feline. As usual, his mind was in many different places at once. He hoped that Nanu wasn't uncomfortable - Pierce was often uncomfortable, and he didn't like it - and he also was wondering what Nanu was doing there. Was he joining? Was he passing on a message from another clan? The young Blizzardclanner didn't know, but he wanted to find out.

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][font=times new roman]This was too much. The serval's fur bristled, and he shot Killua a stony glare. "Would you just shut up for once?" He blurted. Where had that come from? He had always been a quiet, polite person, not one to blow up in another's face, but this feline just made him boil with rage. For a moment, he was fuming, but had nothing else to say.

Soon, his calmer thoughts floated back to him. "Killua, I think you should take this somewhere else. Septembersrhyme is new here, and this isn't the best welcome to her." He forced a smile and continued. "I think Tama knows what she's doing. She's the leader, remember? You shouldn't really speak to her that way..." He trailed off, fighting to keep his anger from coming back. "Just because Blizzardclan is a mostly - " He emphasized mostly and kept his eyes fixated on the Combatant pointedly - "Kind and welcoming group of people doesn't mean we're weak. If Tama, or anyone, noticed something was wrong, we'd address it. Now, as I was saying, I think it would be best if we took this elsewhere, or dropped it. This is a time to welcome a joiner, not a time to bicker." The Head Paladin was relieved he had brought his natural calm and polite demeanor back, and hoped that his frustration wouldn't return. He had never been that angry with anyone, and he had never lashed out either. Maybe it was just Killua, maybe Pierce was changing. He wasn't sure, nor did he care. All he wanted was for this to end and for Septembersrhyme to feel welcome and comfortable in her new home. Turning back to the black she-cat, he smiled and padded off.

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][font=times new roman]Pierce had been super excited for this weeks' tasks, and was a bit disappointed with that he'd been assigned. A race? Sounded kind of boring - there was a race almost every single week. No. He would need something to... spice things up. This would be hard, since a race is a race, but he was sure he could do it.

Aha! The serval, who had been lounging in a faint ray of sunshine on a cleared spot of snow, leapt to his paws. He had been wondering what he could do for forever. This was perfect, it had to be. Immediately, he set to work on getting it put together. He raced around camp and nearby areas, tail trailing behind him, and tore through the snow on his search. He ended up with a satchel stuffed full of brittle sticks, pebbles, a pencil nub, a piece of paper, a flat stone, and two flags. This would be awesome! Pierce licked his nose and set everything out. He made a line of sticks, quite visible on the stark white snow, and put two piles of pebbles on either side, each marked with a flag sticking out the top. One had a blue flag, the other a yellow one. The goal was to make whatever the leader, or person in the front of the line, wanted out of pebbles the fastest. Except, there was a catch - only the leader knew what was going to be made, so the design could be changed into virtually anything.

It would start on his call. The two participants on the opposite teams would race forward with ten pebbles and begin. Everyone else would try to make sense of what the leader was designing and put it together, but would only be allowed to use one pebble per turn. Whoever finished first won, which meant that they were out of pebbles and had successfully completed something. If it wasn't complete, they had to redesign. The Head Paladin hoped everyone would like it. Leaning the paper against his stone and leaving his stub of a pencil on top, he turned and called, "Anyone up for a relay race? Join me over here!"

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][font=times new roman]Olivia? Pierce had never heard the name. Lifting his head, he padded over and smiled. Almost immediately, his amber eyes bgan skimming over the canine's build, large ears pricked forward. Allowing his gaze to move to view Olivia's face, he offered yet another smile and said, "Hello, Olivia. We haven't met - I'm Pierce, Head Paladin. You've been settling in well, I hope?" He fell silent, looking around at his clanmates surrounding him curiously as his focus wandered elsewhere.

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][font=times new roman]Pierce preferred to be alone, but his duty as Head Paladin didn't really allow that. It wasn't so bad, though - he did get to see new people, after all... that was always interesting. Although he wasn't the greatest around other people, he actually really liked them. It was, in his opinion, good to get to know information about everyone and everything around him. At the sound of Orangewine's friendly call, he padded over and dipped his head in a polite greeting. He would have spoken, but it seemed Misty had already covered the basics. Suddenly, he realized he should have done something. "Oh, good morning. I'm Pierce, Head Paladin." His voice drifted off to nothing as he waited for her reply to the Combatant that had arrived before him.

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][font=times new roman]People had already arrived! Pierce broke into a grin as Misty approached. He nodded to her and turned to Kamari, beaming wider at her words. "Thank you! Ah, how about... you go on blue," the serval pointed his pink nose to Misty, "And you go on yellow. Just line up, once more people arrive I'll explain what we're doing." He swiveled on his heel to adjust a stick on the line before checking on the pebbles. Everything was in order - he has checked and double-checked, and the Head Paladin knew everything was in order, but he could feel anxiety bubbling up in his chest, as if he was missing something. He chewed his lower lip as he obsessed over this, the sounds of the clan turning into a low buzz in the background.

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][font=times new roman]Sparring? Pierce wasn't the greatest fighter, so maybe this wasn't the greatest idea... he didn't understand fighting - why hurt each other when you could all just be friends? He wasn't sure, but at the same time he knew that someday he may be in a fight. How could a bit of practice hurt? Wandering over, the serval gave a nervous smile. "I'll join." He mewed, looking around. Everyone seemed to have partners. He would need someone around his level, since he wasn't experienced or very skilled. Amber eyes darting from face to face, they rested on Kamari. He padded over and asked softly, "Do you want to pair up, Mari?" She seemed like a good opponent, the young feline just hoped he wasn't better or worse than he thought he was.

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][font=times new roman]Pierce padded over to the sound of Tama's call, tail wagging excitedly almost like that of a dog's. He found a place to seat himself a bit away from everyone else and tucked his haunces beneath his body, ears perked forward patiently. He hoped the announcements would start off happy, though it was quite the opposite. How unfortunate, although the serval had never met him, that Herc had died. He wished they had gotten to know each other better - he was sure Hercules had been a lovely person. Pierce listened silently to everything else his leader had to say. There quite a lot of promotions to trainee! His smile returned when he heard his shoutout, though it slipped when Riddler got a warning. Uh-oh... the Head Paladin hoped to see his close friend around more often. Once Tama was done, he called, "Thanks for the shoutout, Tama! And, ah, noted, I suppose."

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][font=times new roman]A somewhat familiar voice sounded from behind the young serval, who turned and smiled warmly. "Ah, you're Hatsaharu, right? Y-yeah, that's what I'm referring to." He shook collected frost from his coat and looked around. He hoped enough people showed up for this to work. It would be kind of, well, embarrassing if not. Pierce was a higher rank in Blizzardclan now, and supposed that now he was better-known, but was that for better or for worse? He was a quiet, awkward, overall bad people-person. Still, he had positive traits - he was smart, polite, hard-working... hopefully no one disliked him too much. At Hatsaharu's second question, the Head Paladin nodded profusely. "Of course! Why don't you join Kamari?" He suggested, pointing toward the tabby.

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][font=times new roman]A strange scent stung Pierce's nose as he wandered around the border. That smelled almost like... no, it couldn't be. There were no humans near Blizzardclan. Raising his nose, he trotted over to find himself face to face with... another serval? He cocked his head in confusion. Why did this feline smell so much like humans? Even the Head Paladin himself hadn't reeked so much of the creatures when he had lived with them his entire life. He continued to watch Neville until he realized that prolonged staring without speech could make another person uncomfortable. Shaking himself out of his trance, Pierce quickly mewed, "May I ask your name and business here in Blizzardclan? I'm Pierce, Head Paladin." He stuck out his paw to shake the other's. This was polite, wasn't it? Especially since this figure seemed quite frazzled. The young serval gave a pleasant smile as he waited for Neville to take his large paw, amber eyes darting over the stranger's body while he observed him.

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][font=times new roman]Pierce enjoyed to wander around Blizzardclan territory in his spare time. He liked discovering new things he hadn't noticed before. It was just this he was doing, exploring the area he had grown so used to, when Riddlersgame's words reached his ears. The young feline smiled to himself at his dear friend's voice, ignoring exactly what he was saying - assisting someone? Sounded fun, if Riddler was doing it. Turning, he rushed over, lips still pulled up into somewhat of a giddy grin, and said, "Hi, Rid! May I he-" He cut himself off, amber eyes narrowing slightly. His gaze darted between the two cats, from Sweetophelia to Riddlersgame. The thin tabby looked so happy looking at her. Clearing his throat and shaking his head, Pierce said stiffly, "I'd like to help as well, Sweetophelia."

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][font=times new roman]Weekly tasks again already? Pierce supposed they didn't want what had happened in the past with no tasks at all to take place again. Stretching at the sound of Spectralregalia's call he made his way over and offered a polite smile. "I'd like one, please." He mewed pleasantly, pink nose twitching as a soft flake of snow landed on it.

//mobile

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][font=times new roman]A portrait? Sounded fun! Pierce had never painted more than two or three figures at a time, but he was sure he could do it. He was about to thank Spec when Aquaring spoke up. Uh, help him? He wasn't quite sure he needed assistance, much less wanted it. Forcing an uncomfortable, slightly nervous smile, the serval said kindly, "Ah, thanks for the interest, Aquaring, but I've got this. Wouldn't you like your own task?" He hoped this closed the matter instead of opening a new one - Aquaring was definitely a nice person, but it was hard for Pierce to concentrate with someone else around, especially someone as... energetic as the young seal.

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][font=times new roman]circusclown/breadstick was such a great character, he'll definitely be missed around the forums. i hope you come back to blizzardclan someday!

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][font=times new roman]Pierce often wondered whether or not he made good first impressions - did people think he was strange? Maybe too shy, or too polite and uptight. He didn't really think he seemed uptight, but he had knew someone would eventually feel that way about him. Not that it mattered, though. He knew he wasn't being unkind or impolite, so it wasn't a big deal. Pierce arrived soon after Barry, amber optics wide with curiosity. This cub looked young, though he seemed to be rather intelligent and had a vast vocabulary. He reminded the serval a bit of himself, in some ways. He was definitely less shy, though, as most people were. He smiled at Varick's words. "Welcome to the clan, then, Varick. I'm Pierce, a Head Paladin here. Feel free to ask me any questions you may have." He said politely, large ears pricked forward as he waited for a response.

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][font=times new roman]Cielo was, being honest, a strange creature. Of course she would be - apparently, she had fallen from the sky, so Pierce had come to the conclusion that she was an animal that lived up there. Maybe one from the moon, from the clouds, the sun? He didn't know. If she was native to the clouds, that would explain her jumping up so high and falling so gently. It was windy up in the clouds, wasn't it? So, it would make sense that she could kind of... resist or control the air. He was trying to piece this together when she pointed out an island and exclaimed excitedly, 'How about that one?!' The Head Paladin chuckled to himself at Cielo's excitement and nodded. "We should get going, then, so we get plenty of time over there with the sun up. Oh - do you want to stay the night over there? That could be... informational." It would be, wouldn't it? It was a completely different climate, probably with clanmates they barely saw.

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][font=times new roman]Whoa, that was a lot said in a short matter of time. Pierce understood, though, since he was like that sometimes too. He listened intently, not noticing Riddlersgame's rambling manner, and an absent smile appeared on his face. He gave a nod and said, "That'd be great." His mind, coincidentally, seemed to wander to the thought of Sweet at the same time as Riddler's. He'd seen how they'd been looking at each other the other day when the tabby offered to help her with the snow fort. The young serval swallowed a growl - no need to be jealous when there could be nothing going on. But... what if there was? A small scowl appeared as his whiskery brows knitted together, though it soon disappeared. He and Riddler were friends, he could ask him anything he felt the need to. After standing quietly for a moment, he asked, "Are you and Sweetophelia - uh, close?" It seemed so, but perhaps they were simply good friends. Pierce held his breath as he awaited a response. All thoughts of Riddlersgame, the handsome, smart tabby, being his mentor vanished as he wondered if his suspicions were true.

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][font=times new roman]At the sound of Riddlersgame's voice, Pierce felt a smile creeping its way to his mouth. He bounded over and beamed up at his friend, who's size he was getting close to in height. The serval gave Darkknight a sideways glance and dipped his head to the ambassador before saying, "Ah, nice riddle, Rid! I've never heard that one before, guess I should remember it for the future." Amber eyes twinkled as he shook frost from his coat and lifted a paw to clean. Mid-lick, he dropped his large paw and said, as if the words had just come to mind, "You know, I'm surprised not many people talk to you." It was a random statement, but an honest one. After all, who wouldn't want to talk to Riddler?

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][font=times new roman]That was it - Pierce was right. His best friend was dating Sweetophelia. But... why? He couldn't quite make sense of it. Then again, females didn't attract him at all, so that might be some of the reason he didn't get it. Still, he could recognize when someone was attractive, and it was true that Sweetophelia was an... okay-looking person. He could never admit, or even allow himself to think, that she was actually a pretty cat. So what, though? What else did she have going for her? Nothing. That was just it - nothing. Although the average person would easily be able to recognize the Head Combatant's virtues, Pierce was blinded by insane amounts of jealousy and the fact that originally she had simply made him wary.

But, why was Pierce so envious of her? He should have been happy for Riddler, his best friend and the only person he truly trusted, but he wasn't. All he could feel was a burning envy that ate away at him. This was quite unlike the young feline, as he was usually quite understanding and kind. The Head Paladin knew why he was being so possessive of Riddlersgame; he liked him. Sure, it was probably just a children's infatuation, but it was powerful enough to make him resent anyone who could possibly be crushing on Riddler or dating him. Pierce seemed to have blanked, ignoring the warrior before him. Clearing his throat, he spoke. "That's wonderful, Rid!" His words and tone were so genuine, he almost tricked himself into not being upset. He should have just confessed right then, but he knew it would do nothing for him - Riddlersgame and Sweetophelia were dating, and Riddler was much older than him. He could feel tears of partial anger and partial disappointment prick his bright eyes, and he hurriedly blinked them away. "I'm so happy for you." Pierce purred sweetly, forcing a smile. At Riddler's question, he easily came up with an answer - a truthful one, surprisingly. "Oh, just curious." He mewed quickly, tail rising into the air and giving a flick.

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][font=times new roman]Flakes of ice flew as the snowball exploded against the tree. The young serval who had thrown the ball reached down to pack together another. He narrowed his eyes, aiming his paw at the oak, and hurled the orb of snow toward the dark bark. Another cloud of ice sailed in each direction as the snowball burst. Pierce glowered, his mind drifting back to his conversation with Riddlersgame. 'She's my girlfriend, actually. We grew up together.' The older tom had said dreamily. He wrinkled his nose. He wasn't angry with his friend, not at all, but he knew he was angry with somebody. The Head Paladin quickly formed another snowball and sent it speeding toward the tree. Poof! He smirked bitterly as satisfaction began trickling through his veins. What was he satisfied with? He honestly had no clue but it felt good to be violent for once.

Sweetophelia Targaryen. Ugh. Why did she have to come and ruin everything? Even if Pierce had no chance with Riddler, at least for no one else had. Now she swooped in and stole his best friend away from him. He knew it was probably selfish of him to be thinking this way, but Riddlersgame had been happy without Sweet as his girlfriend, right? Why couldn't they have just remained friends? The feline flung another ball of snow at the tree, grumbling under his breath. Sweetophelia Targaryen, the pretty, smart Head Combatant of Blizzardclan. Poof! Another snowball was pitched at the pine tree. Amber eyes drifted down toward the snow as Pierce's large paws patted another ball into existence, though they were shaking with fury. He dropped the snow impatiently, which fell to the ground and shattered. Kind Sweetophelia Targaryen... Almost mechanically, all impatience dropped, the Blizzardclanner made another snowball and heaved it at the tree. This one stuck slightly before falling, splitting into thousands of pieces as it hit the ground. Pierce scowled as he fumbled to make another, mind still racing with thoughts of the ragdoll and tabby.

[spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]

||Pierce
||Male
||Serval
||Homosexual/Homoromantic
||Six months
||Head Paladin
||Single
||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.

[size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]

||Injuries : None
||Health : 100%
||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.

[size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]

||Reserved
||Intelligent
||Independent
||Protective
||Bizarre
||Curious
||Untrusting
||Observant
||Impulsive
||Unstable - Developing
||Clingy
||Awkward

[size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]

||Medium physically
||Hard mentally
||Attack in #CD853F
||No maim or kill
||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions

[size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]

||Single
||Two friends
||Crushing on Riddlersgame
||Mentored by Riddlersgame