Posts by Ferris.

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Valerius was rather excited to join BlizzardClan. He had heard good things about it, and the wolf couldn't wait to become a part of the community. His thick, shaggy coat would be perfect for the weather, he assumed. His steady gait allowed him to reach the borders quickly, though the first thing he noticed was how stale the borders were. Not completely abandoned, but not frequently visited, either. His brow furrowed as he tilted his head slightly, a puzzled expression overtaking his features. Where was everyone? Had something happened to them? Had they moved? Perhaps it was all the snow that covered up the scent, and they had not yet had time to renew the markers. That didn't make any sense, though, Valerius figured that he should have at least been able to pick up some sort of movement - anything, really. "Hello?" Val barked, not wanting to trespass but daring to take a few steps closer. After a few quick looks around, the dog noticed that there was a staircase that seemed to lead to.. well, nowhere, if he were being honest. Hesitantly edging closer to the base of the stones, he craned his neck, looking upwards into the sky. Curiosity gnawed at him, and his natural desire for adventure did not help him to resist the urge to remain where he was. Why would he? It seemed abandoned; the only place he could go from here was.. well, up.

So up he went, climbing up the staircase with a bright smile on his face and a pep to his step, tail wagging cheerfully behind him as he ascended into the clouds. After a while, Val was quite surprised to see that he had somehow stumbled across a floating island! A quick glance around, and the wolf noticed that there were more! "Whoa," Val whispered to himself, his eyes twinkling as he inspected the territory. It was truly unlike anything that he had ever seen! "Hello?" Valerius called again, echoing his former greeting at the ground territory. "My name's Val, I'm here to join!"

/sorry if i got any of the territory aspects wrong!! i tried to use the guide as a reference & rushed at the end :^(

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Ferris had really cleaned himself up. He still loved chicks, sure, but he wasn't as disgusting as he used to be. Smoking was a habit that had been a bitch to kick, and so he had quit trying. That being said, he no longer had fleas, and he didn't smell like dirt. Scent manipulation was a power that he had been blessed with a few moons ago, and it had worked wonders for him. He now smelled like sandalwood, because he thought that was a particularly neutral and nice smell. Manly, too. A smug grin was on his face as he stepped up to the borders of the Rift, cigarette hanging loosely from his jaws as his beady amber eyes glanced around the territory. He'd formerly been a part of BloodClan, but those that he liked most were gone - particularly the attractive females. Anyway, the dingo was hoping to make this go as smoothly as possible, so he'd beat the patrolmen to the punch and state his name and business. "Ferris Harbringer, here to join the Rift - if you'll have me," he barked, his smile remaining plastered to his face.

OOC i decided to join with ferris instead of kahlua my BAD sorry nerds

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"Wouldn't dream of it, darling," Ferris chuckled in reply to Anima's command not to light the cigarette that he held. That's exactly what he had been dreaming of doing, but he supposed that - for her sake - he wouldn't. At least not right now. Later? Most certainly. A laugh escaped from the dingo, and he shook his head quickly. "I don't have too long of an attention span - I'm afraid the tour would be a waste of both our times." The most polite way of declining he could come up with on the spot. That, and he really just wanted to light his cigarette - he was beginning to get fidgety. He removed the cigarette from his jowls, seeing as Anima had made it clear how she felt about them, and stuck it behind his ear for safekeeping, and so it wouldn't fall out while he was going through the motions of joining. Ferris parted his jaws to say something else when something - or, rather, someone - else caught his attention.

Miss Sola Mortem.

Of course he remembered her - how could he forget? "You've gotten shorter," Ferris snorted, tail wagging behind him. Her memories of him were accurate - he had boldly asked her on a date, but nothing had come of it. His loss, it seemed; she was more attractive than ever. "Fancy meetin' you here, huh, hotstuff? I knew we were destined to be together - just knew it." Just because Ferris no longer looked the part of a vulgar and dirty rogue didn't mean that he wasn't one.

The dingo turned back to Anima, not wanting to seem rude or accidentally bump her out of the conversation. "Thank you for the warm welcome, Anima Blair. It sure is a damn pleasure to meet'cha." Ferris let out a low wolf whistle, passing a wink her way afterwards. Some things didn't change.

★ Ferris Harbinger | "Fer" | Male [he/him]

★ Heterosexual heteroromantic (for now)

★ Single | ½ None | Crush on everyone

★ Generation 1 | Brother to Lorraine [BlizzardClan]

★ 3 years | Ages real time

★ Member of BlizzardClan

★ DINGO | health: 70%

★ APPEARANCE: Ferris looks like your typical dingo. He has beady yellow eyes that are, more often than not, filled with lust and mischief. He doesn't really ever eat much, typically scavenges, so his ribs protrude from underneath his ruddy orange pelt. His paws are an off-white because his fur is pretty much always dirty. Ferris' teeth are all accounted for, but instead of pearly whites, they are yellowed from smoking - and his back molars are blackened from tar. Overall, he just looks scraggly and rogue, his muscles are sinewy and he is, relatively speaking, weak compared to other animals his size - which is why he primarily eats things that are already dead. One bad injury for Ferris could easily be fatal due to his constantly weakened state. He has scars dotting his fur and some patches of fur that are thinning because of his previous flea infestation. Ferris often has a cigarette hanging from his jaws and/or stuffed behind one (or both) of his ears. [Faceclaims: Dallas Winston, Slevin Kelevra]

— major injuries: deep gash on his right rib cage

— minor injuries: cuts, scrapes, bruises from a recent fight

★ PERSONALITY: To put it shortly, Ferris doesn't have a filter. He says exactly what's on his mind, which probably is why he gets in so many scraps with people, and why he hasn't held down a steady friendship or relationship in his life. He'll flirt with almost any girl, taken or not, and he won't hesitate to list off reasons why he would be a better boyfriend to them. He's almost always joking - in fact, Ferris probably wouldn't know what the word 'serious' meant if you threw a dictionary at him. He cusses like a sailor, not bothering to censor himself around girls (even though he claims to 'respect' them) or even kittens. He's addicted to ecstasy, his preferred method is snorting it - making him prone to nosebleeds. This also helps to explain his general personality and his ease of handling rejection. Constantly high, it lightens his mood and his ego. He doesn't sell drugs, but he certainly isn't afraid to offer it to people if they're looking for a 'good time.' As a result of his drug use, Ferris can't exactly tell the difference between his dreams and his waking life. He doesn't think he can fly when he's awake, or anything like that - but if he had a dream that him and a friend went exploring in BlizzardClan, he'd tell the story as if it were real. He sticks to what he knows, as his brain is so messed up that he has a difficult time learning new things and often gets frustrated when faced with new challenges. He's very social and enjoys talking to people, though arguments and insults are not his forte. He doesn't enjoy tension, it kills his high and makes him somewhat fidgety.

★ MISC:Peaceful actions & MINOR injuries can be power-played! Ferris is played by dogteeth

ferris is a gross dingo and has an even grosser personality to match

he's about 3 yrs old, is a drug addict, smokes a lot of cigarettes, and overall has very little regard for his personal health

he really,really like girls so it's basically a given that he'll flirt w/ ur character. he's v crude and straightforward so i apologize in advance

OPEN TO:

- best friends

- girlfriends (as if anyone would DATE him he's gross)

- drinking / smoking / drug buddies

- one night stands/short term flings (luv these,tbh)

- pregnancy scares (LMFAO)

- enemies (if he... yknow flirts with U.. or someone's gf)

- honestly i kind of want him to get his ass kicked so if your character just really wants to punch him in his ugly yellow teeth... please go for it..

CLOSED TO:

- major injuries (he is Weak)

- litters

- death

- r/pe at all

- long term/permanent relationships unless you have a rly good plot

anything not listed feel free to ask!!

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"Boy, howdy!" Ferris hollered, grin splitting his features once again as Cain approached. It faded slightly when he noticed how closely he was standing to Sola, but the dingo didn't say anything about it. He supposed it wasn't his problem if Sola had a boyfriend - it was Sola's problem. No boyfriend, though - no problem. He shrugged his shoulders, nodding his head towards Cain in a second greeting (as if his first one wasn't obvious enough). "So, ah, whadda y'all do for fun around here besides swimming and fishing?" It was a joke, obviously, and although Ferris thought it was funny, he didn't think Cain would. The navarch didn't seem like he had a great sense of humor, and if he did, then maybe he just didn't like Ferris. The new member was used to that, though, the only people who liked him were usually girls - but even then it was usually superficial.

i love that movie so MUCH

and hell YEAH! i forgot to mention ferris is addicted to ecstasy so yeah alcohol is the Least of his Worries

who makes?? ;^) (i can if u need me 2)

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His first day in the Rift and he had done... absolutely nothing productive. Well, that wasn't true. By Ferris' standards, he had been plenty productive - by everyone else's, not so much. The dingo had found a bottle of liquor and was sitting under a tree, back pressed up against it as he downed the bitter liquid. Ferris removed the leather pouch from around his neck, opening it up and dumping a single pill onto a flat rock that was next to him. Using another rock, he crushed it up, pressing his nose to it and inhaling it as quickly as possible. He was almost always in a euphoric state, and when he wasn't, Ferris didn't even seem like the same guy. He grew irritable and moody, oftentimes reclusive until he found his next fix. Fortunately - or unfortunately, from a sober person's point of view - Ferris never ran out. He had his means of delivery, and he provided services of his own in return.

Closing the pouch and looping the necklace back on, Ferris wiped his nose with a paw, a drunken grin spreading across his face as the familiar high began to set in. That, doubled with the buzz he had made him feel absolutely on top of the world. "It'd be nice if I had someone to drink with," Ferris called out, hoping that someone who liked to party as much as he did would hear him.

i dunno it's never happened before
but let's find out ;^))))

@Pyre you don't even know my name / private

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He hadn't been in BloodClan in a long time, but he still felt a bit of an attachment to it. The dingo didn't care if he trespassed, he had never officially left BloodClan, so it wasn't like anyone would really notice. Besides, he had no malicious intent, he just wanted to see how things were running. Amour was gone, and so was that other pretty lady that Ferris had taken a strong liking to. He felt bad for not being able to remember her name, but she'd been a lesbian, he was sure. Hmph, shame. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, the wiry canine waltzed through the hot sand, paws sinking into it as he did so, hit footsteps becoming almost more trouble than they were worth. It was by some miracle that Ferris managed to stumble across one of the several oases that littered the desert. To a trained BloodClanner, they would know exactly where these miraculous water holes were, but Ferris just had dumb luck to thank for his discovery. He hadn't really even been looking for it, either - so even better, huh?

Plopping down next to the water, Ferris ducked his dirty muzzle into it, taking a long sip before curling up on the muddy banks, not caring about the state of his appearance - when had he ever before? Maybe some people that he'd recognize would show up and chat with him for a while. Doubtful, but a man could dream, couldn't he?

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'Babe' wasn't a compliment that Ferris often received. His crumpled whiskers, his mangy-looking fur, yellow teeth, overly-flirtatious personality.. he wasn't exactly the poster child for handsomeness. In fact, if he was the poster child for anything, it would probably be tapeworm-riddles, homeless, starving strays. That being said, the comment was appreciated, and a sly grin would cross Ferris' lips as the handsome wolf trotted over to him. "Ferris," the dingo introduced, tail wagging through the mud as he pushed himself to a sitting position, the leather pouch around his neck swaying slightly. "Might I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" He asked, raising a brow and glancing over Russ with a nod as if silently approving of his stature. He didn't normally flirt with other males, but Ferris knew how to have a bit of fun. That was an understatement, actually, he could strike up a party with one other person -- and that was exactly what he was planning on doing with Russ. The guy already seemed to have the personality.

"I used to live here a while back, when Amour and all those others were still here.. Can't really remember anyone else, if I'm being honest." He probably hadn't talked to them much. The girl he'd been flirting with had had a- was it Eurydice? Was that her name? Ferris' expression changed, and it looked like a lightbulb had quite literally switched on. "Eurydice," he said suddenly, nodding his head, "that was her name." Russ probably had no idea who that was, or what the fuck he was talking about, but Ferris wasn't exactly.. all there, so to speak.

Removing the pouch from around his neck, he poured some of the powder onto his paw, sniffing it quickly and with ease - something he had done countless times before this encounter. He took another glance at Russ, his sly smirk returning. "You ever popped a molly?" Ferris asked with a chuckle, holding the pouch out towards the timberwolf. He wasn't stingy with his drugs. Besides, he knew that people didn't have that much fun when they weren't as fucked up as their buddies.

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Hmmm. Russiansoldier. Russ. Neither of the names rang a bell, but his memory was such shit anyways, if he never saw Russ again, he'd forget his name by tomorrow. With a shrug of his scrawny shoulders, the dingo would nod his head - an awkward habit that he seemed to do at times that didn't make much sense. "I think I'll call ya' Russ. Flows off the tongue nicer, y'know?". He was feeling a lot more energetic now, and as a result, he'd began talking a bit faster, more rushed.. it was as if he were trying to get all of his words out of his mouth at the same time. He was beginning to see the world through rose coloured glasses as his euphoric drug began to take effect. If Ferris didn't start moving soon, he'd probably explode. His paws began tapping on the ground with what Russ might interpret as impatience, but it was just the effects of the ecstasy. "Yeah, she was pretty hot," Ferris agreed with a raspy chuckle, looking past Russ as if he were imagining the tigress right now. He probably was, he was imagining a lot of shit right now.

And then the timberwolf was asking him a question. "Shrooms will fuck you up," the dingo replied, his tone becoming a bit more serious. Psychedelics were not his forte, he didn't care for them, either. They made him see some fucked up shit. "You've never heard of it? It's better known as ecstasy. If you aren't familiar with that, either, it's a very popular party drug. Heightens your lust, makes you feel happy and nonchalant. Spikes up your energy. It's like a nice shot of espresso, but with the added effects of simultaneously allowing you to feel like you're on cloud nine." And no, that wasn't another drug reference - Ferris was just trying to say it made you feel like you were fuckin' flying. That's probably what he should have said, but it was too late for take backs. "You got a girlfriend? If you're ever havin' issues and nothing, and I mean nothing, seems to be working -- pop summa' this. A little handful, well, maybe not that much 'cause you're new at this stuff, but just a little'll do the trick. You can snort it, swallow it.. I guess you could inject it, but I wouldn't recommend it. I like snorting, personally. Only downside," there were actually several downsides, but Ferris wasn't concerned about his general health, "can lead to nosebleeds every once in a while. I jus' tell people I got dry sinuses."

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Ferris didn't know what the fuck this guy was talking about, but- hey. Wasn't this the guy at his joining? The one that was friends with Sola? Handsome fucker. Anyways.. what was he going on about? Truthfully, the dingo didn't know, and (admittedly) he didn't care, either. In fact, he was only here because he saw everyone else start walking over here and figured it must have been for an important reason. A meeting, right.. right. Those were things that clans did. So, Cain was the leader of this joint? That was interesting, and he was.. on personal terms with the gods? Right on, that was pretty cool, too. Ferris didn't even know there were any gods, but if Cain felt 'em, he probably wasn't making it up. Either that, or he was on some hardcore shit. I'll have what he's having, Ferris thought to himself, unable to contain a wide smile that showed his yellow teeth.

The dingo took a seat, tilting his head up slightly, but not too much because he didn't want the two cigarettes behind both his ears to fall out, and stared intently at Cain. He didn't mean to stare, but sometimes he didn't realize how intense he was being, or really that he was even looking at anyone at all. In fact, Ferris wasn't even sure if he had blinked since he'd showed up. He had a bit of a headache, but it wasn't anything that a little 'Chemical X' couldn't cure. That was what he called it. Now probably wasn't the best place to do it, so he had to wait, and that irritated him a bit, but not enough to cause him to leave. He wasn't that addicted. Not yet, anyways. Either way, he was digressing, and he zoned back in on Cain, waiting for the male to continue on with the meeting, or whatever he had gathered them here for.

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"As a matter'a fact, it would," Ferris replied with a grin, flashing his yellow teeth at the unfamiliar male, extending the bottle outwards so that the raccoon could take a hold of it. "Ferris Harbinger," the dingo introduced, stifling a hiccup. He could hold his liquor just fine (being a high functioning alcoholic sure had its perks), but that didn't mean he was immune to the annoying little hiccups that occurred when he downed anything too quickly. "Haven't seen ya' around before... then again, haven't really seen any of these guys here 'round before. Being new, and all. What's yer name?" Getting crossfaded with a raccoon had not been something Ferris had imagined himself doing in the foreseeable future, but.. here he was. The new member decided that he wouldn't offer the raccoon any of his ecstasy unless he showed an express interest in it. He didn't want to get anybody into any trouble. Unless they were Russ, he'd fuck around with Russ all day.

OOC sorry my posts w ferris are so SHORT ALWAYS idk why

HOWDY

this is ferris and he is horrible at normal social interactions because he's just plain WEIRD

how's it goin

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Well, whoever this cat was, Cain didn't seem to like them very much. Even Gray seemed a little on edge around Bill, and Ferris couldn't really see why.. aside from, well, apparently Bill had kidnapped Cain's nephew. Yeah, that'll do it. The dingo could feel the tension in the air, and it was killing his high, but he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't interested in seeing how this ended. Besides, maybe he'd learn a thing or two about diplomacy from watching these guys (but he doubted it). "What's up," Ferris greeted casually to the group, phrasing it as a statement instead of a question. He could see what was going on, he just wanted everyone to know he was there to say hi. No hard feelings towards anyone. He settled down next to Grayarea, eyes darting quickly back and forth between Cain and Bill. "Are they gonna fight?" Ferris whispered to the raccoon, hoping that they didn't. Sure, he was nosey like everyone else, drama enticed him -- but rumbles, hell no. He would shoot outta' there like a firework if things went fisticuffs.

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Ferris didn't know who this broad was, but she sure was a sight for sore eyes, and her accent only added to her eye-catching physical appearance. The addict trotted over briskly, taking a seat across from the feline, flashing his signature shit-eating grin at the pretty ex-leader. He was new around these parts, and he had not had the pleasure of meeting Ladyliberty, but he hoped that she would be sticking around for a while. A lit cigarette hung from his jaws, and he tried his best to use his scent manipulation to force the scent of sandalwood to mask the toxic cloud of smoke that billowed from his lips (and occasionally, his nostrils). Licking a paw, the dingo ran it quickly between his ears, still showing her his straight, yellow teeth. "Howdy'do," he rasped, clearing his throat to remove some of the phlegm that had built up from his nasty habit of smoking. "Name's Ferris Harbinger," the dirty male added after a few moments. His hazel eyes scanned over her figure, a suggestive smirk replacing his former toothy grin. "What's a pretty lady like you doin' out here all by your lonesome?" What a creepy thing to say.

Although he probably made the majority of women he spoke to uncomfortable, Ferris never actually realized it unless they straight up told him; rarely did that ever happen. Instead, they chose to ignore him, or they brushed off his 'compliments' without much of a second thought. He wondered if Lady would appreciate the fact he had called her pretty, or if his compliment had been drowned out by the rest of the shit he had spewed.

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Non-confrontational. Easy-going. Chill. Those were words that Ferris would use to describe himself. He was sure that others had a few choice words they would use to describe the unhygienic drug addict as well, but for the most part, those three words summed up Ferris' general personality pretty well. So, why was it, then, that the dingo was dragging himself back into camp looking like he'd just gotten the shit beat out of him? It was because that's exactly what he was doing, because that's exactly what had happened.

Blood trickled from the canine's nose, one of his ears was torn, he was squinting one of his eyes (which was swollen) and he possessed various scratches, cuts, and bruises all over his body. "Motherfucker jumped me outta fuckin' nowhere," the dingo growled to himself, gingerly licking at one of his wounds on his flank. "Hope no fuckin' kids are around -- 'scuse my language. Anyone here know how to fuckin' heal a wound?" He was pissed. Talk about a fucking buzzkill. Ferris popped three of his convenient little pills, not wanting to further irritate his nose by snorting anything today. It didn't take too long for the effects of the drugs to kick in, and soon his annoyed grimace had been replaced by a strange smile, the familiar dazed and distant look appearing in his eyes. Well, that was much better. The pain was beginning to fade, but he knew once his high wore off, it'd still be there.

"Can't believe it. There I was, jus' mindin' my own business. This guy comes outta nowhere. He must'a been as big as a bear, prob'ly even bigger. Just kicked my ass." That wasn't what had happened at all, actually.. but Ferris was far too embarrassed to let his clanmates know the real story.

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