Posts by JAMISON F.

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']Jamie thought Breakdance was pretty cool - she knew a lot of stuff and had seen a lot of things, and it was obvious by the way she spoke and held herself. Still, if there was one thing he wasn't good at handling, it was long, meandering stories that demanded he sit in one spot to listen to. He was bad at focusing and tended to fidget - at Breakdance's training, he had almost lost it, unable to deal with the amount of attention it had demanded. Nevertheless, he appeared nearby, flopping down as though completely ready to sit there for however long she took to tell her tale. "I'll listen! Is there gonna be violence?" he asked, tail swishing across the ground as he spoke.

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']//nooooooo i'm really gonna miss seeing you guys :c good luck with your leader !!

Like Mako, the distraught sounds of his Clanmates and a strong scent of blood had drawn Jamison to the scene, his face, for once, missing it's usual smile. Joseph was gone? But... the Warlord had been so strong, and capable, and... how was he gone? He had saved Jamie's life when he had almost drowned, pulled him out of the water. The young Bloodclanner really liked Joseph, respected him. He refused to believe he was dead - it just wasn't possible. Was it?

The skinny tabby came to stand close to Mako, vaguely comforted by the mastiff's presence, before he said, "Yer dad's a tough one, yeah? He'll be back." He directed his words towards the tom's three kids, who were clearly upset by the situation. The Warlord felt cold and sad, but also... angry. They ought to go find whoever did this, whoever took him, and screw him over. That sounded nice.

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']When it came to appearances, Jamie wasn't really that threatening, at least compared to most of his Clanmates. He was way too tall for his age, but also skinny, ruffled, and dirty - not to mention, he almost always had a smile on his face. The only thing a little off about him was the slightly crazy glint in his bright eyes, as though an implication that he was constantly up to no good. "No worries, Donna," he meowed as he trotted over, finding himself standing between Barb and Mako as he spoke. "Good to hear we've got such'a good reputation," he said, giving her a friendly wink. "The name's Jamison Fawkes. Pleasure to 'ave ya here."

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']Jamison didn't often wander far from Bloodclan by himself. Not because he was afraid, or wasn't allowed to, but because he usually went with a friend, or just stayed in Bloodclan. He had duties to do back in the desert, and there was almost always something to keep him occupied. Or, if he went out, he went with Mako and the two of them searched for junk or blew shit up. Either way, it was uncommon to see the skinny cream tabby so far from home by himself. And, where was he exactly? Digging through a pile of trash on the outskirts of a dirty city. Funny, he used to live in a city - not this one, though. God, he had hated that place, though perhaps that had just been because he had never been free to explore it. His parents hadn't exactly been the best, and he had been confined to living in dirty pipes with them and his twin sister until their eventual escape a few months ago.

However, this wasn't on his mind as he rummaged through the garbage, amber eyes bright with enjoyment as he held up random objects and examined them. The whole area smelled terrible, but Jamie didn't seem to notice. He had never been particularly bothered by messy or foul-scented things, though this was perhaps easy to assume as his pale fur was constantly a mess, unruly and streaked with dirt and ash at almost any given time.

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']Was blowing up fun? Well, setting up the dynamite had been fun, lighting it had been fun, and the moments up until the explosion had been fun. Later, looking at the sand dune he destroyed in the process was fun too. However, he wasn't quite sure if the actual event of being stunned, knocked into the air and then getting thrown into an oasis was fun, though mostly because he had been knocked unconscious. The water had been the scary part though, that he was sure of.

Jamie was about to open his mouth to reply when the mastiff suddenly took off. Wow, the big guy sure could hustle when he tried, couldn't he? Taking this as his cue - he had technically won, since Mako moved first, right? - the skinny feline leapt after him, scurrying away from the bomb as quick as his paws would allow him. He dashed past his friend before skidding to a stop, turning to watch the explosion. It wasn't that impressive - his dynamite had definitely been way cooler - but this was at least satisfying. Plus, it wasn't just an explosion, since they had made a game out of it. A dangerous, dirty game, two things that Jamie quite appreciated. "Did I win? Did I win?" he asked, goofy smile returning to his face. Mako seemed pretty wiped out from the running, and Jamie couldn't blame him, but he was too hiked up on adrenaline to feel any fatigue himself.

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']///AAYY nice dude !!

Jamie looked up as a strange voice found his ears, glancing around until he spotted a ginger cat. He didn't recognize her, so she wasn't some weirdo who had followed him from Bloodclan, nor had he ever seen her at any multi-Clan events, though it was always possible he had just forgotten - his memory was pretty terrible. As he processed her question, he promptly quirked an eyebrow at her, pretending to look insulted as he meowed, "Well, excuse me miss, I find it to be quite interestin'." Continuing on in this vain, he placed a paw to his chest, as though genuinely offended. "Y'know what they say, yeah? One man's trash is anotha' man's treasure." His thick Australian accent maimed the words, slurring his r's and cutting off the end of some words. Holding up a shiny, complicated piece of metal, he examined it for a moment before asking, "And what're ya doin' out here anyway, if yer not lookin' for scraps?" If she was allowed to insult his pastimes, he figured he was allowed to ask her questions too.

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']Jamie wasn't very happy with the demotions, not because he thought they were ill-deserved, but because he was sad to see them go. Joseph had been a good friend, and now he was potentially dead, and frankly, it was just strange not to have Bravo around. He had gotten so used to his company and him and Barbara's constant bickering. Quietly, the skinny Warlord trotted over, sitting down with a slight thud. He was, however, pleased with how quickly the meeting was moving - that was always better for him, as it allowed him to register more info.

//mobile

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']Jamie's appearance really wasn't all that threatening or otherwise intimidating - while he was very tall for his age, he was still only eight months old and far from his full size. Plus, the sheer skinniness of the boy put off anything that may have made him look substantially large. His shoulders were thin, his face was thin, and his legs were long and gangly. That, paired with his still immature voice, made for a rather friendly look instead.

A very brief frown crossed his lips as he realized she was mocking his accent, though he quickly forced it away. He wasn't sure where his accent had come from - no one in his family had possessed it - and it had given opportunity for extra insult and abuse from his drunkard parents. In Bloodclan though, no one ever seemed to think it strange. In fact, he was pretty sure most of them liked it, or at least tolerated it. So needless to say, her mimicking wasn't appreciated - however, he wasn't one to let her know that.

"Huh. 'Ellish, ya say?" he echoed. He didn't find it hellish - he quite liked the heat and the sand, even though his fluffy fur didn't exactly agree with it. Not giving her time to answer, he continued, "Watcha doin' walkin' so far? Didn't like yer old home? Lookin' for somethin'? Someone?" He wasn't afraid to quiz this girl - he had been minding his own business before she showed up, after all.

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']Wow, Jamie had never held weekly tasks before! Would he be good at it? Would his Clanmates like his tasks? He was pretty creative - they would at least be interesting, if nothing else. Placing himself in the center of camp, away from the oasis, the skinny tabby dramatically cleared his throat before calling, "AY, BLOODCLAN! Gather 'round if ya want a weekly task."

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']Jamie was many things - violent, fun loving, easily distracted - but one thing he wasn't was manipulative. In fact, he was often painfully honest. Perhaps it wouldn't even be possible for him to be manipulative, no matter how hard he tried. One thing he did like to be though was involved and helpful in Bloodclan, so maybe he could help Jackdaw out with this strategy.

"Yeah, sure!" Jamie chirped as he trotted over after Horizon, amber gaze observing Jackdaw curiously. He looked a little... shaken up? Was that the right word? Though, he supposed the leader always looked like that these days.

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']Joiners of all sorts came to Bloodclan's border these days - there wasn't really a 'type' or consistency. Jamie never really knew what to expect from a newcomer. Would they stay long? Would they be friendly, or interesting, or aggressive or violent? Whatever happened, he was always eager to introduce himself to them and find out for himself.

The dirty-furred Warlord appeared after Barbara, a broad grin finding his thin features as he noticed his thick accent. Jamie could appreciate that, he himself having a strong Australian accent, but this guy's was much different. Classier. "Aw, ya don't hafta do much to join," he explained, amber eyes examining the stranger's injury briefly before continuing. "As long as yer willin' to help out around here and not stab us in the back or anything, yer pretty much good ta go." He had never felt there was much confusion to becoming a member, and he appreciated the simplicity. "I'm Jamison, by the way. Good to meetcha. I'm sure Ash'll be along to patch ya up soon."

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

akshdghgsf whoa ur good
just tracking to look at the stuff

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']//their matching profiles,,, are so beautiful c,:

Perhaps Jamie would have taken a minute to enjoy the satisfaction of his win if he wasn't too excited for round two. His round eyes widened as Mako revealed the next bomb, his mouth forming a small 'o' as he gave a small "Oooh," scampering closer to examine it. "Never seen one of these before. Make it yerself?" he asked, though he already suspected the answer and din't really expect a reply. It reminded him of the dynamite he had found, but seemed somehow... enhanced. Whatever his friend had done to it didn't matter, only that Jamison expected something thoroughly entertaining and was all too eager to set it off.

"My liege?" he echoed, tossing an amused glance upwards towards the mastiff as he accepted the explosive, though he quickly turned, searching for his abandoned matchbox. "I could get used to that. Juss' call me King - no, Lord Jamison Fawkes. Ruler of all!" His ramblings continued as he procured another match before setting the bomb down as he prepared to light it. As he held the small flame against the fuse, he said, "I'd legalize everything. No rules are the best rules," before hurrying backwards, tensing up as he this time took it upon himself to watch the bomb. His previous experience with dynamite had taught him it packed a punch, so he was going to pay a little more attention this time.

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']Oh boy, she was tiny. While Tanis' old wolf form had been much larger than Jamie, this one was considerably less so, and it didn't help that the already tall Jamison was still growing taller. "Pali, perform a puppet show for the rest of the Clan, why don't cha?" Next, Mako. Hmm... he could give him something really cool, or he could give him something else, just to screw with him. "Mako, gather up some people and make flower crowns," he meowed, giving his friend a good-humored smile.

"Ah, Barb, make some glitterbombs and use 'em on someone. A Clanmate, an enemy, ally, don't care - just make sure they don't see it comin'." That seemed fitting for his sister, while also being stupid enough for Jamie. "Random guy?" he echoed, looking more amused than anything else as he responded to Feliks. "Go spar someone, but with a twist - like, without using your paws, or somethin'. Louise," he said, turning his attention to the younger member. "Go find some fresh meat for the border." They were always looking to add fresher bodies, right? And Louise seemed like she might enjoy that.

"Donna, get some music and have a karaoke night!" That sounded fun, right? And Beladonna seemed like she might have fun with that too. Lastly, he turned to Leonardo. He seemed like a serious dude, and for a moment, Jamie pondered whether he ought to give him something in line with that or make him do something out of character. "Leo, show off a special talent. Somethin' unique that you can do." He probably had all kinds of hidden talents - he seemed like that kind of dude. As for Breakdance, well, he wanted to give her something different - it seemed she always had the same thing, like story telling or training, however, he wasn't sure what exactly, so after a thoughtful moment he meowed, "Get some Clanmates together and, um, play hide and seek." That sounded fun!

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

/oh shit tracking

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']Being rejected by family was something Jamie and Hypokrisis had in common, though 'rejection' had something of a different meaning for the Fawkes. While the young Warlord had formed a tight bond with his twin sister, his parents had never treated the two of them in any of the ways they should have been treated. Jamison's mother and father had been aggressive, unruly drunks, their children seemingly forced upon them. It was a miracle he hadn't been left to die when he was born. Even so, the abuse they had taken, both verbal and physical, from the paws of their parents often made him wish he had. Until they escaped, that is - now, it was hard to imagine that Jamie had ever come from such a background.

"The hell does everyone around here like stories so much?" he asked as he trotted over, his voice playful despite his words. He didn't really mind, though it seemed someone was always having some kind of story telling around here. As if to demonstrate he was kidding, the skinny tabby flopped down carelessly, peering up at Leonardo and waiting for him to begin. Sometimes he could sit through interesting tales, and he hoped Leo would have a real spicy one today.

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']It wasn't uncommon for Jamie to ask a ton of questions or say the first thing that came to mind, even when it wasn't his place or would be considered rude. He didn't ever stop to think of the irritation he may cause or the potentially impolite nature of his speech - he didn't usually think before he acted.

Additionally, he was generally hard to annoy, which seemed fair since he was somewhat bothersome himself. That wasn't to say certain things wouldn't set him off, but generally someone asking questions or being a little abrasive weren't on that list. "Hmm, true. Guess I'm finally where I belong then," he said with a devilish smile in her direction before burrowing again for a moment in the garbage. Perhaps he could have considered the idea that she would jump him, but she didn't seem particularly hostile. Wouldn't she have attacked him already if that's what she was here for? Plus, he was pretty sure he could whoop her if she tried - his life on the streets, and then his training in Bloodclan, had taught him to fight dirty.

"I feel that, mate," he meowed as he emerged again, holding up a small, velvet covered box. He fiddled with it for a moment, opening and closing the lid as though it amused him. "Piece a' junk," he decided quietly, tossing it over his shoulder before looking back to the ginger-furred cat. "Ya got a name?" he asked finally, eyebrow quirking as though to punctuate his question.

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']Jamie looked up from where he lay, fiddling with a bit of scrap metal he had found, turning his attention instead to Ashbringer. Hypokrisis? The little scrawny kid? He wondered what this could be about - maybe something healing related, or Red God related, or maybe she was just wondering where he was. In his opinion, it was all pretty likely. Turning his amber gaze from the Priestess, he began to scan the area for Hypo, curious as to what all this was about.

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']Jamie didn't have any family of importance that he knew of, and his last name certainly wasn't Praelium. The skinny Warlord appeared a moment after Horizon, bright gaze flickering across the stranger curiously. She looked pretty tired - maybe he'd let her know that after she said who she was and why she was here.

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']His thoughts on life? What a deep question for the non-philosophical Jamie. Anyone who knew him could probably tell he wasn't much of a thinker, nor did he want to be. That pansy shit wasn't for him - he was too busy enjoying himself and living in the moment to think about the purpose or meaning of life. At least, he fancied himself as such. "Uhhhh," he mused, tapping a paw against his chin as though thinking. "Is this a trick question, or somefin'?" he asked finally, raising a fluffy feline brow at the Overseer.

[spoiler=tags - updated 4/12]GENERAL
|Jamison Fawkes
|Often referred to as "Jamie"
|Male
|Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
|Cream tabby
|Grey-romantic/Asexual
|8 months
|Bloodclan Warlord
PHYSICAL
|Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
PERSONALITY
|Outgoing
|Friendly
|Violent
|Enthusiastic
|Talkative
|Loyal
|Quick witted
|Somewhat short-tempered
|Self-loathing
INTERACTION
|Medium physically
|Medium mentally
|Attack in #FFA500
|No maim or kill
|Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
RELATIONSHIPS
|Barbara's twin brother
|NPC xx NPC
OTHER
|Fear of water
|Affinity for fire, destruction, and general violence
|Loves causing trouble