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    — marzipan / marzi, pan
    — ageless / immortal
    — npc x npc / gen 1
    — consort and healer of the sanctum


    physical・゚★
    physical health: 99% / mental health: 99%
    — makoatl [closed species/species info]
    — dragon / shark / wolf hybrid creature / reference
    — light toffee base pelt / dark mocha 'mask' marking, stripes, and fins
    — cream underfur, fading backstripes, brows / glowing draconic horns
    — dark mocha to light chocolate hair over right eye, braided near the neck
    — glowing aqua eyes / glowing tribal blue feather weaved into hair
    — aqua gradient dully glowing tongue and paw pads


    relationships・゚★
    — single / ½ none / not looking
    — lesbian, will flirt with males but nothing more
    — infertile, unable to have offspring
    — no siblings or kin living


    personality・゚★


    important info・゚★
    — carries a strong salt-water scent
    — founded the sanctum with duchess, rosalie, and one other


    other・゚★

    — mentally/physically easy / no apprentice
    — won't start fights / won't finish fights / will run away
    — @ subaccount to attack / nonviolent powerplay permitted
    — pm subaccount to plot / always ic opinions
    — this is a closed species, you can not make your own
    — biography / art storage / other links

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    TAGS — As the hybrid steadily approached the border to Westeros, she couldn't help but feel a wave of anxiety growing in her stomach. Sure, she'd been the one who had volunteered to go, but that didn't make it any less frightening. What if these people, what if they were hostile? She didn't know too much about them, but there was always a chance. Coming to a stop, the shark-tailed canine would pause and clear her throat. "Excuse me? I am Marzipan, one of the founders of a newly formed group called The Sanctum, and I'm here to request an audience with your ruler and perhaps establish an alliance between both of our groups if you all permit."

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    TAGS — As the hybrid steadily approached the border of HawkClan, she couldn't help but feel a wave of anxiety growing in her stomach. Sure, she'd been the one who had volunteered to go, and she'd heard they were a pro-clan and likely wouldn't attack her on sight, but that didn't make it any less frightening or bring any real comfort. Coming to a halt just short of the border, the shark-tailed canine would pause and clear her throat. "Excuse me? I am Marzipan, one of the founders of a newly formed group called The Sanctum, and I'm here to request an audience with your ruler and perhaps establish an alliance between both of our groups if you all permit."

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    TAGS — As the hybrid steadily approached the border to BlizzardClan, she swallowed the growing lump in her throat. Sure, she'd been the one who had volunteered to go, but that didn't make it any less frightening. Not to mention, the floating islands in this place really threw her off. Did they have a god who had elevated these lands for them? Oh, she hoped Herthe would bless their own group with beautiful and prosperous lands such as these. Coming to a stop, the shark-tailed canine would pause and clear her throat. "Excuse me? I am Marzipan, one of the founders of a newly formed group called The Sanctum, and I'm here to request an audience with your ruler and perhaps establish an alliance between both of our groups if you would all permit."

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    TAGS — As the hybrid trotted toward the border to The Rift, she couldn't help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over her. Sure, she'd been the one who had volunteered to go, but that didn't make it any less frightening. What if these people, what if they were hostile? They were rather neutral, she'd heard, but what if she just ran into the wrong member that evening? Marzi didn't know too much about them, but there was always a chance something could go wrong and she really didn't feel like dying today, sh ewas no fighter. Coming to a stop, the shark-tailed canine would pause and clear her throat before speaking. "Excuse me? I am Marzipan, one of the founders of a newly formed group called The Sanctum, and I'm here to request an audience with your ruler and perhaps establish an alliance between both of our groups if you all wouldpermit."

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    TAGS — Marzipan should have been ready for these questions, she'd rehearsed them before heading out. Despite that, though, the hybrid was obviously rather flustered. The only real interaction she'd had was with Duchess and the others when they'd banded together and came to create The Sanctum. Bright blue gaze trained on the serval, the caramel colored canine would seat herself. Sweetophelia, so that was the leader's name? And this was Pierce, who acted as... as the Crux for this group? Yes, she believed he'd be equivalent to the Crux. "It's nice to meet you as well, blessings of Herthe upon you." She'd greet before getting on to answering his question.


    "Since the Sanctum is a newly formed group, we may not be able to offer much in terms of fighting but we can guarantee you an active ally presence. We also occupy an abundant garden laden with all sorts of herbs which we would gladly allow BlizzardClan full access to. The bulk of us also specialize is arranged marriages, wedding ceremonies, blessing cursed lands or people, and praying for our deity, Herthe's, good fortune upon figures that wish to embrace her powers."

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    TAGS — As the first member came forwards, Marzipan wasn't sure what to think. The look in his eyes told her all she needed to know, and sudden she felt very uncomfortable. "Ah, alright," The hybrid began, struggling to gather her thoughts. "The Sanctum is a newly formed group my friends - no - acquaintances founded." They weren't friends yet, were they? "We have secured an alliance with ShadowClan, and requests are currently pending with BlizzardClan, Westeros, and HawkClan. As for enemies, we have none currently." She shifted her weight, briefly closing her eyes and taking a breath before continuing.


    "I won't lie, The Sanctum is small, and we cannot give much. However, we can promise an active ally presence. We also occupy an abundant garden laden with all sorts of herbs which we would gladly allow your medics full access to. The bulk of us also specialize is arranged marriages, wedding ceremonies, blessing cursed lands or people, and praying for our deity, Herthe's, good fortune upon figures that wish to embrace her powers. Like said, we are not much, but with Her support we will thrive."


    Herthe was going to make sure everything ended up alright. As Cainsmark then approached, the canine would turn her head to acknowledge him. "Greetings, Her blessings upon you, I am Marzipan, a Consort of The Sanctum." This guy definitely seemed to hold an authoritive aura, she briefly wondered what god has bestowed such magnificence upon him but swiftly pushed the thoughts from her mind. She was a follower of Herthe, no other would sway her from the path to redemption.


    She was vaguely aware as another member came upon the scene, and the hybrid would utter a soft hello before falling silent once more.


    [ pls allow me to sit at the cool kid table i brought cosmic brownies and juice boxes


    rip this is a mobile post btw ]

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    TAGS — Marzipan had opened her mouth to speak once more when Duchess arrived, and the makoatl quickly quieted. She felt a little shameful about having left the doberman behind, but truly she hadn't noticed. She was so used to being alone after having left Greenland and she had to readjust to having company, especially company that were not of her own species and held different limitations to their abilities. A soft apology likely only loud enough to be heard by Duchess was uttered before the canine then spoke up a bit louder. "Duchess is our Crown, our leader, if you would. She was - is - the most well equipped of us. The other two are not present at the moment, they are taking care of things back home." Home. That was a nice word. "Slinky and Rosalie."


    "Blessings upon you, SweetOphelia." Marzi would stumble over another greeting as she mulled over Imperia's question. She would have sworn she'd just explained it, but perhaps she didn't put it into words well enough. She had to get better at the communicating thing, she wasn't living solitary anymore. Clearing her throat the hybrid shifted her gaze to Duchess, silently asking the other female to help her put her thoughts into words.

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    TAGS — Her first impression of HawkClan was not... not what she expected. A skinny tom with his ribs poking out from under a thin, messy pelt, a bright and sunny child who was seemingly unaffected by whatever plagued the lands, a malnourished tabby, and a gray tabby. She couldn't help but wonder if this was a sign from Herthe. Perhaps they were not meant to associate with this group, or maybe She was giving them a opportunity. Only time would tell, and Marzi had to focus on the here and now. "May Herthe's blessings be upon all of you," Really, they could use it. After the swift greeting, the hybrid would go on to answer some of the questions asked.


    "The Sanctum is a newly formed group, the founders being myself and three others, but our main leader aside from our deity is Duchess, she proved to be the most well equipped of our group for the position. We've settled not more than a day or two's walk from here in an abandoned mansion. Our group is neutral, you could say, and I'd say peaceful for the most part. We do not wish trouble, but Her wrath fall upon those who scoff and turn up their noses." What they could do? There was one thing the makoatl was rather sure could sway this group's opinions in their favor.


    "I can't help but notice your land has been touched by evil's hand, malevolent intentions sinking into your soil and poisoning the atmosphere. I believe the bulk of your group has been negatively affected by this," She briefly gestured to Jaune. "However, we can surely offer some comfort in these trying times. Our land is green and lush, rich in plant-life, fruits and vegetables ripe for the picking. Prey is plentiful, we have some to spare for we do not have a burdensome amount of bellies to keep full. Perhaps we could help each other with this, and even if you decline I would like to offer some gifts brought by an associate of mine who enjoys gardening. They may help to soothe the gnawing aches in your stomachs if nothing else."

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    TAGS — Their first official meeting. It was exciting, and Marzipan had to wonder if Herthe was proud. As the hybrid trotted towards the grand staircase and seated herself below Duchess' perch, she'd angle her head up to look the doberman in the eyes as she spoke. Everything sounded good, things were falling into place. "Understood and congratulations to everyone."