Posts by WINTER SCHNEE

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    [fancypost=borderwidth=0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:7pt;line-height:140%;font-family:trebuchet ms]this place calls out to her. she's not quite sure why it does or how, but ever since winter heard of it, she felt compelled to join. perhaps colouredclan has too many familiar faces for her to focus on the task at hand— locating general ironwood. or perhaps it just seems to be a sanctuary for her, an escape from qrow and his ever persistent ambition to irritate and tease her. whatever the reason maybe, winter is perched on the border, posture attentive and strict, something to be expected from a being who works (worked?) for the military.[spoiler=EVEN WHEN YOUR HEART GROWS COLD | 1/18][fancypost=borderwidth=0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:7pt;line-height:140%;font-family:trebuchet ms]GENERAL BUT NOW I'M SHAKING BAD
    winter schnee | radicalclan | female | twenty months
    npc x npc | oldest out of three children | ½ of snowbird
    PHYSICAL THIS FEELING THAT I HAVE
    alabaster/silver siberian husky | blue eyes | dark blue ascot
    CONFRONTATION IS OVERTAKING ME AND NOW I CAN'T BREATHE
    attack in WHITE | physically/mentally extreme
    underwent harsh training | ridiculously durable
    rarely shows mercy | no maim/kill | pm for capture
    violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    MISC. SOMEBODY HELP ME, PLEASE
    former specialist for atlas military[?] | searching intensely for james ironwood
    ship crashed, can't recall the cause of it; feeble amnesia | inexperienced with alcohol

    [fancypost=borderwidth=0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:7pt;line-height:140%;font-family:trebuchet ms]lmao track bc i decided to put this girl here instead ahh[spoiler=EVEN WHEN YOUR HEART GROWS COLD | 1/18][fancypost=borderwidth=0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:7pt;line-height:140%;font-family:trebuchet ms]GENERAL BUT NOW I'M SHAKING BAD
    winter schnee | radicalclan | female | twenty months
    npc x npc | oldest out of three children | ½ of snowbird
    PHYSICAL THIS FEELING THAT I HAVE
    alabaster/silver siberian husky | blue eyes | dark blue ascot
    CONFRONTATION IS OVERTAKING ME AND NOW I CAN'T BREATHE
    attack in WHITE | physically/mentally extreme
    underwent harsh training | ridiculously durable
    rarely shows mercy | no maim/kill | pm for capture
    violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    MISC. SOMEBODY HELP ME, PLEASE
    former specialist for atlas military[?] | searching intensely for james ironwood
    ship crashed, can't recall the cause of it; feeble amnesia | inexperienced with alcohol

    [fancypost=borderwidth=0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:7pt;line-height:140%;font-family:trebuchet ms]her family, her father especially, is a particularly nasty house. dear old dad never refrained from hitting his spawn, tried to restrict their freedom. he demanded that they go far and yet he put a limit on their talents, their skills, and thus contradicted himself. a woman can only take so much.


    winter will admit that cossette is a lovely looking individual. far lovelier than most women she sees, but then again, winter schnee doesn't trail after others like some sort of love sick puppy. "yes? name and business?" she inquires the other as soon as her baby blues catch sight of her, drawing to a stop before her.
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    [fancypost=borderwidth=0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:7pt;line-height:140%;font-family:trebuchet ms]how incredibly sweet. and suspicious.


    winter approaches, feeling a fabricated brow launch skyward in an involuntary ark as she comes across a odd scene. cookies steam, their alluring scent poisoning her nostrils and the air around them. its a harmless situation, one that seemingly has no consequences. however, she refrains from going any further. there are too many red flags, an obvious trap making her brain scream at her to stay alert. and so she does. winter sits somewhere nearby, tail curling against her side, and waits for somebody higher ranking to arrive and handle the situation.

    [fancypost=borderwidth=0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:7pt;line-height:140%;font-family:trebuchet ms]fOR SNOWBIRD

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    another nudge ;0

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    { GIMME THAT CANT SLEEP LOVE ━ I WANT THAT CANT SLEEP LOVE }


    winter feels awkward and maybe even a bit afraid. this place has become a ghost town, and there is nobody around to call the shots. so finally, she decides to say something about it. she informed those left to meet her at the peep show (shocking, isnt it) and now all she can do is pray that someone will show. when a few faces arrive, she begins, "hello everyone. i don't know if anyone has noticed, but it seems as if katniss has went missing, almost for two weeks now, without any notice that i've seen or heard about. obviously, that's not a good thing. i haven't seen any other high positions around in a few days either. so... with that being said, i don't want to just hop into leadership or anything like that. i'd feel terrible if i did that, and its not fair for everyone else. so, i'd like to have a clan vote for it. anyone can apply, and if katniss shows up, then she's free to apply as well. but... we just can't go without a active leader. so with that being said, i will be putting myself in the running. we'll hold the vote tomorrow night, and then the winner will be announced on monday, giving us about twenty four hours for us all to get our vote in. is everyone okay with that, or would you prefer to wait and see if kat appears anytime soon?" she inquires finally, falling silent so she can hear what everyone else has to say.

    /so I haven't seen katniss since like the 3rd and haven't noticed any notices being put up by mercurial. i pmed merc if katniss is still around, but never got an answer back. i could have very well missed something, however, as this layout is just confusing the hell out of me. if I did, please let me know so I can close this! If not, then I would like to make the change as soon as possible. I won't be doing the actual poll/switch until it's been a full week (which is tomorrow) however. :0 Also I've never done this before so if I did something wrong please notify me. I did read the Clan Takeover guide and check with staff just to be safe though.

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    { GIMME THAT CANT SLEEP LOVE ━ I WANT THAT CANT SLEEP LOVE }


    embarrasment tints her cheeks red as she approaches the sanctuary's border. winter has never been to visit allies until now, and well, she's not sure what tp expect. this being radicalclan's only ally at the moment though, she is taken by surprise that they have not been visited sooner. settling a basket of baked goodies down beside her, the valkyrie substitute waits patiently for somebody to approach her, straightening out her back and holding herself up like any good soldier would.

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    { GIMME THAT CANT SLEEP LOVE ━ I WANT THAT CANT SLEEP LOVE }

    winter's own claws are blunt, but that's normal for a dog so she never thinks much of it. she uses other things when in battle. tandemkisses is only slightly familiar to her, and thats because she showed up at her joining. other than that, she is a stranger. hmm. she might have to fix that. for now though, she puts all of her focus on this prominent sparring match. powers too? wonderful, that definitely raises her spirits some. shes been meaning to work on her semblance, anyway, and now she has the chance.


    remembering how in her last spar her opponent was annoyed that she waited on him to attack first, she chooses to start,"noted," winter murmurs in response, a small smile briefly lingering on her features before she suddenly throws herself forward with the aid of super speed, and aims to slam into TANDEMKISSES, a boost of super strength pumping through her muscles and working as adrenaline to ensure that if she does in fact come into contact with the lion, it will send her staggering back. hit her hard, and then hit her harder. thats what she's going for in this match.

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    { GIMME THAT CANT SLEEP LOVE ━ I WANT THAT CANT SLEEP LOVE }

    this is new. not unheard of, but not common, either. to find some battered man on the outskirts of radicalclan's borders is an immediate rulebreak, and when winter approaches her eyes are hard, glacier blue depths glaring at pearlcatcher, "yes? what do you need?" she demands at once, drawing to a stop a couple inches away, one elegant fabricated brow quirked skyward.

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    { GIMME THAT CANT SLEEP LOVE ━ I WANT THAT CANT SLEEP LOVE }

    a strip club. how.. um, quaint. winter's nose wrinkles out of habit as she enters, and her eyes fall on those in it. mm, do men frequent this place? she supposes so, based upon how they loiter around. typical stereotype. her eyes find ardyn, ears quirking up as she listens in to what he has to say. they want to make gifts? in here? that's a disgusting idea, and she narrows her eyes but doesnt comment. damn her soul if she accepts anything they craft in this place.

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    winter thats
    winter lovely katniss thank you for sharing that with us
    winter and when there is a child present too
    winter hm


    winter @ichiro oh, i suppose you can stay
    winter i dont think any harm will come from this decision
    winter but if you do slip up
    winter please know that i will block and ban you from this conversation
    winter is that understood?

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    { GIMME THAT CANT SLEEP LOVE ━ I WANT THAT CANT SLEEP LOVE }

    its time to get radicalclan's name around again, and so winter is here in search of an alliance request. with katniss gone, and nobody else choosing to step up as valkyrie, its briefly in this girls paws, and shes going to do what she thinks will be best for the group, and the lack of allies is definitely in need of fixing. and so, here the canid is, settling down on the border patiently.

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    her home has fallen into a bit of a slump activitywise, and it appears as if she is the only soul around anymore. quickly though, she has chosen to take action and attempt to fix radicalclans lapse in population. not certain just how long her power as valkyrie will last, she is attempting to do all she can for the group before its taken away, and hence why she is in search for groups radicalclan can allign themselves with. the husky sits down on the border of stormclan, ears perked.

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    the last stop. a hopeful attempt to construct a relationship between anatollios and radicalclan. after this, she can go home and help rebuild and shape the former empire. she wont let it die on her. winter settles down on her haunches, perched on the border.

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    that is what this group is all about- women's superiority and dominance over the male species. winter has had a bad hand directed at her once or twice if she interacted with the masculine gender, and by now she just grows sick of seeing them running about the city to begin with. she wishes there was another girl around to strike up a conversation with, but they all seem to have disappeared, and these past weeks she has been left to look over the scum. its been quite lonesome. so spying another female perched on the edge of the territory lifts her spirits considerably, raises her hopes, and she approaches at a swift pace, "yes? name and business?" the canid calls out before she reaches the felidae, seating herself on the grass with regal eloquence.

    [center][fancypost=background:transparent; font-family: tahoma; color: #FAC7DA;]— RADICALCLAN[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:500px;text-align:justify]W E L C O M Eii
    RadicalClan was first brought up years ago, and became an immensely important group in the main game. As the first and only pro-female anti-male clan, RadicalClan made its mark on the site, but after many reigns of glory, the females of RadicalClan had allowed males to gain equal rights. Angry, many of those from RadicalClan had left, not desiring to live equally amongst males. After Peter, a male, had become leader, RadicalClan hadn't been quite the same. It soon died off and merged with the Stadt, and now those angry females who had left when everything went wrong had returned to restore RadicalClan to its original glory as a pro-female anti-male clan, where the ladies rule and the men bow down to them.
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    T E R R I T O R Y


    Radicalclan makes its home in a city long abandoned by humans. Not that this is very surprising; most of its buildings are decrepit, crumbling, or nothing more than rubble. Unbeknownst to its new inhabitants, its dismal state was the result of a plague that wiped out much of the population that came before them, albeit not directly. Rather, the humans living here descended into bedlam as authority figures fled, and the lawlessness led to arson, looting, and all sorts of actions that ultimately led to the city's near-demise. Only the more ritzy areas of the city are (for the most part) intact, including Radicalclan's theatre, a strip club, a mall, and some neglected apartments. The latter two of these central buildings have yet to be fully explored.


    The strip club is run by one of Radicalclan's druids, Constantine, and it also contains a bar. It is somewhat of a haven for scum and scully boys alike, providing them with a safe place to live other than the theatre restrooms, an opportunity to strut their stuff, and hopefully earn approval from female onlookers. Dancers can be tipped by onlookers in any form of payment the patron desires.


    Just outside the city is a sparse forest, though it is mostly a food and water source. Creatures such as mice, birds, and snakes can be found here, though Radicalclan spends most of its time in the city.


    The camp itself is in one of the few buildings that managed to remain almost fully intact after the chaos that ensued long ago; it is a Broadway theatre at the center of the city, eye-catching and imposing. Its interior is equally impressive, albeit somewhat worn away after years of neglect, though when Radicalclan first moved in they were quick to tidy it up. The lobby is the first thing you would see upon walking in, expansive and lavish. It's a place for leisure and socialization; Radicalclanners can relax on the couches and counters, as well as rummage through abandoned concession and merchandise stands in search of anything interesting to toy with. Further down are the restrooms, where the scum sleep.


    Onward is the auditorium, consisting of rows upon rows of seats, though many of them are damaged (some are even missing). There is a large balcony as well, overlooking the stage and complete with the comfiest seats in the house; this is where the radicals and students sleep, and they can also view the meetings from there if they wish. Said meetings are held on the stage itself; the valkyrie's voice projects easily from here so long as they raise their voice. Radicalclanners can also put on shows if they wish. Below the stage is the trap room, which serves as Radicalclan's place of worship; a beautiful statue of Astrum (which they stole from Radicalclan's old territory) stands in the center, and statues of Oriens and Leus sit alone in their own corners. The room is decorated with flowers and trinkets, and members can leave offerings to Astrum if they'd like. Oriens and Leus get nothing, and their corners are bare.


    Backstage are the dressing rooms; each high position gets one to themselves to live in (along with any family), save for the scully boys, who sleep in the catwalk hidden away in the ceiling. The green room, further down the hall, is where high position meetings are held. Visiting allies who wish to speak with the valkyrie in private are also escorted here.
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    R E L I G I O Nii


    COLLARING | If a male is lucky and a radical or high position takes a liking to him, he may be gifted with a collar bearing the giver's name to wear at all times. This is Radicalclan's version of branding, and those who don a collar are to be treated respectfully by their fellow scum and scully boys. Those who dare disrespect them are beaten. Both scum and scully boys can be collared, though it is looked down upon to collar a scully boy that doesn't belong to you. Exceptions are occasionally made, especially for siblings.


    COMING OUT | If a scum or scully boy comes out as a trans woman, she will be celebrated wholeheartedly and welcomed into Radicalclan's true hierarchy with open arms; it is believed that trans women have "come to their senses", in a way, and have chosen the right path. Her clanmates are expected to apologize for any mistreatment they may have dealt out while under the belief that she was a man. On the other hand, Radicalclanners who come out as trans men are shamed, demoted to scum, and are viewed as traitors. They are free to leave the clan, if they so desire. Those who come out as (or were from the beginning) a nonbinary gender are still to be treated with respect, since they aren't men, though collectively Radicalclan tends to see women as the superior gender.
    (please note that the views of the characters do not reflect those of the roleplayers)


    THE COMULTION | When the need arises, a competition is held solely for Radicalclan's scum to partake in. It is called the Comultion. During this one week period, scum who choose to participate will compete against each other in tasks decided by the high positions. Points are awarded for each victory, and those who end up with the most points are to be presented before any female or nonbinary higher up who wishes to take a scully boy. Based on their performances during the contests, higher ups will select a scully boy for themselves. They aren't required to do so, though it is recommended.
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    R U L E Sii
    1. All FF rules apply, IC & OOC.
    2. OOC drama is not allowed; if it is occurring and you are a witness, notify staff.
    3. Drama in IC is greatly encouraged, however, and is often used to support plots.
    4. The highest-ranking male is still inferior to the lowest-ranking female.
    5. The valkyrie's word is law.
    6. Don't disrespect high positions.
    7. Don't harm allies or neutrals in any way.
    8. Bullying and harassment amongst non-male members will not be tolerated.
    9. While you're free to practice any religion, you must never speak ill of Astrum
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    R A N K Sii
    VALKYRIE
    | HP
    The leader of Radicalclan. They come and go as they please and have the final say in every decision; everyone answers directly to them. They can do everything the other high positions can.
    x, roleplayed by x


    AMAZONIAN | HP
    They are the valkyrie's second-in-command and will succeed them when they die or step down. They act as a supervisor to the royal guards and can do everything they can, as well as fill in for the valkyrie when they are absent, host meetings with permission from the valkyrie, and act as the valkyrie's confidante.
    x,
    roleplayed by x


    ROYAL GUARD | HP
    The clan's elites. They enforce the rules and are in charge of foreign relations, hosting events, and leading raids. They may do such things without the valkyrie's permission, and if someone lower than them wishes to host a large event or a raid themselves, they must ask the royal guards first.
    x,
    roleplayed by x


    DRUID | HP
    They are in charge of the clan's physical and mental health. They are also the clan's spiritual leader, tasked with educating their clanmates about Radicalclan's religion and interpreting signs from Astrum.
    x, roleplayed by x


    DRUID STUDENT | HP
    A semi-high position. They train under the druids and will succeed them or step up beside them once they are ready.
    x, roleplayed by x


    HONOR | sHP
    A semi-high position. It is a stepping stone rank given to active, welcoming, and contributing members who are on their way to further promotions.
    x, roleplayed by x


    SKULLY BOY | sHP
    Though it is a high position, it is considered more of a joke than anything amongst Radicalclan's women. Each scully boy is assigned to a higher up and acts as their personal servant. They are expected to have children with this superior in order to keep the population up, and the only privileges they really get are free reign of the territory and less suspicion. This position is won through a competition.
    x, roleplayed by x


    RADICALS | Non-male warriors.
    STUDENTS | Non-male apprentices.
    CHILDREN | The kids. Any gender, as male children are allowed freedom until they hit six months of age.
    SCUM | The clan's males. They are only allowed near the border if they are supervised by a student or up and do the clan's heavy lifting. They often find themselves as punching bags for their superiors, though they have the chance to become a scully boy through a competition held every so often.

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    A L L E G I A N C E Sii
    ALLIES
    | the sanctuary
    NEUTRALS
    | everyone else
    ENEMIES
    | the skulls
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    F A Q & L I N K H U Bi
    HOW CAN I JOIN?
    | Simply make a thread where your character asks to join, or jump in as though your character has always been a member.
    CAN I PLAY AN HP?
    [size=8] | Not at first, no. In order to earn a high position, your character must be active and helpful around the clan. Then they may be considered and promoted during the next meeting.
    WHAT ALIGNMENT IS RADICALCLAN? | They are neutral, though not exactly peaceful; they side with clans ruled by women and are strongly against anyone who is allied with the Skulls due to the sense of rivalry they feel towards them. They're unafraid to fight and raid and will do so as they see fit.

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