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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]Heat shimmered visibly against a soft blue sky, nary a cloud in sight across that vast expanse of open atmosphere. So clear was the air that no matter where the eye fell, it seemed as if the sun blazed in every direction. The magnificent, merciless star reflected off the fine ivory grains of sand in all directions so that very little shelter from its rays could be found. The heat scorched everything the light touched, causing an incredibly painful time for anyone dense enough to traverse the desert in the middle of the day.

Such was the plight of the young and inexperienced, yet incredibly stubborn wildcat. No, not stubborn - determined. Even as her paws became numb with pain and her body practically screamed for a refreshing sip of water, the adolescent mountain lioness stayed true in her resolve to locate the clan from whence her family came. The origin of her lineage. Her mother and father told stories of their younger years spent growing up together in Bloodclan, reminiscing about how their love came to be in a clan of war and survival. Nilo spent her entire childhood listening to the tales of Bloodclan's insurmountable glory, so it was no wonder that it was the place she sought out the moment she departed on her coming-of-age pilgrimage. N would discover who she was in the desert-dwelling community just as her parents did, and all her other ancestors before her. There was something oddly romantic about the idea that particularly appealed to the youth.

Now, if only she could find the blasted place.

Finally, after days of travel, the tawny brown wildcat practically staggered into the wall marking the edge of the territory. Despite being severely dehydrated and sunburned, Nilo managed a proud smirk. This was her first great accomplishment, even if she was completely unprepared for her journey. She made it, and that was all that mattered. "Hello?" she croaked, wincing as she called out to the empty horizon. Hopefully someone would arrive before N passed out.

tracking~

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]Twelve hours. That is how long it has been since Nilo stumbled upon the border, severely dehydrated and seconds away from collapsing. The medic insisted that the young cougar female remained with them for a day or so before getting back on her feet, but the excitement that she had finally reached her destination is what propelled the girl to persevere through her pain. The way she saw was that she had a nice nap and was no longer on the brink of death - good, right? Now it was time for N to discover all the wonders that Bloodclan had in store for her. Okay, N was aware that her viewpoint of the desert-dwelling clan was very romanticized like something out of a storybook, but she could not help it. Her father was once a leader here, and her mother was a deputy; both loved in Bloodclan for most of their lives before relocating to start a family. All the family stories surrounded the warlike clan and the glory that came with being apart of it. Nilo just had to experience it for herself. Not to mention that she heard that some of her family (and old family friends) still resided here.

Despite her injuries, the lovely wildcat trekked across the shifting sands with smooth locomotion, the inherent grace of a predator. Her brilliant toffee colored orbs flickered about the landscape, searching for something the entertain her youthful energy. After only a few minutes of wandering, the coppery tang of blood filled the air, coaxing all her carnivorous instincts to locate the source of the tantalizing scent.

Nilo expected to see a slain enemy bleeding out at the paws of a powerful warrior or hear the screams of a prisoner getting tortured, but she stopped short when she saw the tea party. At first glance, the young girl was shocked at the sight of so much blood, all the body parts strewn about a horrendously set table. It was so macabre, so gruesome. Once the initial surprise wore off, however, it was pretty frickin cool. "Mom wasn't lying," she murmured to herself, examining the crazy looking dude with a dead mouse on his head. "What is all this?" The question was directed towards Bravo, amber hued eyes trying to figure out if this was all for real, or if it was just a ruse.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]Nilo is a brand new character of mine, but she is an aspiring medic. Would she be able to join in order to get mentoring?

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]Since N is the impressionable new girl, I can see her asking him to train her in combat but usually they just get drunk and mess around or something like that??

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]There are a great many things that Nilo should have done before setting off on her own and leaving her parents and her brother in the mountains in order to seek out her own fortune. Pack water, for example. But where she inherited her mother's stunning grace and sharp mind, Nilo still possessed and that childlike impulsiveness she had yet to grow out of. So excited she had been to go to Bloodclan, she failed to execute proper planning and research in order to actually make the trip. Oh well, she had made it in spite of everything.

Barely managing to stay standing through sheer stubbornness. Nilo would not collapse into a helpless heap of skin and bones in front of the Bloodclanners. An excited smile crossed her lips, pleased to see two powerful figures approaching her. "M'name is Nilo Harbringer-Faber," introduced the young puma with a courteous nod to the one who handed her some water-soaked moss. She sucked it up greedily, thankful that they were merciful enough to help a stranger. "I was hopin' to join, actually."

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]that would be amazing, thank you!! & I would appreciate an IC recruitment too

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]Nilo's mother detested all things dihydrogen monoxide, too. "The uncertainty of water is what scares me," she would always say. "I cannot control it, and I hate not being in control." It was a miracle that the Faber Matriarch even survived those harsh, mountainous winters where it snowed for days on end, blanketing everything the eye could see in a gleaming coat of ice cold snow. Father was much more acclimated to the harsh weather, but it was safe to say that both of N's parents missed their life in the desert terribly. They had chosen to begin a new life far from the ones they led before, however, so they both tossed aside those innermost desires to raise their family. It was a nice life they led in snow-capped mountain ranges, but it was a boring one. N and Esera could not wait to escape into the world in search of adventure.

The thought of E made her a little sad - she missed her brother. I wonder where he is now? Last time she saw him, he was headed for the ocean to the east. Unlike Nilo, Esera had not told anyone of a specific destination. No one knew if there was a specific clan in mind, or someone he was looking for. If only there was a way for her to know that her dearest sibling was safe.

A deep voice startled the lithe puma from her thoughts, unsettled by the tiger male's intense gaze. His sudden interest cultivated suspicion within her, and she nearly ignored the male's question if it were not for her mother's countless lessons on how not to be a "secretive little shxt," as her mother so gracefully put it. "I mean that my mother carried the last name Faber," N replied finally, her tone a little testy. She could just imagine Mom's disapproving glare. "Melantha Faber. Do you know her?" Oh, if only the girl knew just who she was speaking with.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]Woah, woah, woah... Someone wanted to talk to her? An insignificant new girl? Huh, word certainly traveled fast, considering that she had only mentioned her dreams to become trained in medicine to only a few people. Most of them were loners she came across on her way to Bloodclan. Some of the more emotional parts of her were divided between feeling betrayed that a stranger betrayed her secret (it's not really a secret if you tell several people to make conversation) and feeling excited because the first step to achieving one of her goals just showed up on her doorstep! Well, it was more like the perimeter to her backyard, but that was inconsequential.

No matter the tumultuous emotions swirling within the adolescent wildcat, she still approached the stranger with perfect composure: toffee eyes naturally half-lidded in a mysterious regard of the scarclanner, her posture speaking of great confidence, and a dazzling smile acting as the precursor to her introduction. "I'm Nilo," she announced whilst taking a seat beside her grandfather. "It's nice to meet you." It was really hard for her to maintain this facade of calm, as she was already seeing visions in her head of her self healing those wounded in battle. Pretty glorious images, if she had anything to say about it. "If I accept your offer, sir, what exactly would the arrangement look like? Would I stay with you, or would we meet every so often?" Important questions.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]This was probably the dumbest idea she has ever had. Nilo has never been in an actual battle before. A few scuffles with her brother, maybe. Oh, and that one time she had to fight off some hunting dogs. But those were just normal creatures - you know, minus the supernatural powers and several years of warfare experience. And yet, the young puma could not stop herself from showing up at the scene, filled with an abnormal sense of excitement to prove herself to her new clan. Hopefully she wouldn't die. That would be nice.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]vlad and nilo could probably have an encounter?? She'd probably let him feed on her out of curiosity

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]i can make it :^)

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]The prospect of having a dual alliance in Scarclan intrigued her. She had never lived in a clan before her journey here, so the thought of immediately digging up her shallow roots and moving to another one was daunting. And yet, her heart ached with the desire to follow her dream. It seemed like the best choice was to have a dual-alliance, that way she could study medicine with Leonardo and meet more new people. It was like a great big adventure. "Oh, that's great. So... when do we start?"

[spoiler= tags — updated 3/05]
GENERAL
◦  NILO HARBRINGER-FABER | "Knee-low" | NICKNAMES: Nils, N
◦  Feminine Androgynous [she/her or they/them] | ?? orientation
◦  1 ½ years | ZODIAC: Scorpio | BORN: October 31st
◦  First tier of Bloodclan | No titles | Unofficial Medic Trainee
◦ Puma with amber eyes and a sandy gold pelt | HEALTH: 100%
RELATIONSHIPS
◦  Single | No crush(es) | Not actively looking
◦  MELANTHA x RUSSIANSOLDIER | Gen 5 | SIBLINGS(?): Esera ♂
◦ ½ of (ship name here) | No best friend | No Enemies
◦ A sensual lover; very passionate and intimacy is important
◦ Dedicated and loyal to friends, family, and lovers
IMPORTANT FACTS
◦ STRENGTHS: Resourceful, brave, passionate, stubborn
◦ WEAKNESSES: Distrusting, jealous, secretive, violent
◦ LIKES: The truth, being right, longtime friends, teasing
◦ DISLIKES: Dishonesty, revealing secrets, passive people
◦ Very passionate and assertive, will go for what she wants
◦ Loves to experience new things; has a definite wild side
◦ Generally very calm and composed; not easily annoyed
◦ Unopposed to violence, but must be provoked to kill
◦ Lots of combat training, limited battle experience
◦ Aspires to be a medic; ability to give and take life
◦ Will keep secrets till the day she dies
◦ Tendency to hold life-long grudges

[center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 500pt;][align=justify][size=8]um okay so N is super competitive and kind of a wild spirit. Maybe they could meet one time and they get drunk (possibly have a one night stand) and then she realizes that he stole something of hers? Then she could start this thing where she tracks him down and tries to prank them, and then they just try to one up each other. idk if that makes any sense

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]Huh, she got a personal shout out? It was unexpected, a little weird, but still appreciated. The young mountain lioness joined the slowly growing group with a growing curiosity. An open invitation to fight? Nice. And she was excited for promotions too, even though she knew it would completely irrelevant to her in particular. As far as she was concerned, it was a good way to see all the people who were currently making names for themselves. The was no other way to get motivated than a little friendly competition.

[spoiler= tags — updated 3/05]
GENERAL
◦  NILO HARBRINGER-FABER | "Knee-low" | NICKNAMES: Nils, N
◦  Feminine Androgynous [she/her or they/them] | ?? orientation
◦  1 ½ years | ZODIAC: Scorpio | BORN: October 31st
◦  First tier of Bloodclan | No titles | Unofficial Medic Trainee
◦ Puma with amber eyes and a sandy gold pelt | HEALTH: 100%
RELATIONSHIPS
◦  Single | No crush(es) | Not actively looking
◦  MELANTHA x RUSSIANSOLDIER | Gen 5 | SIBLINGS(?): Esera ♂
◦ ½ of (ship name here) | No best friend | No Enemies
◦ A sensual lover; very passionate and intimacy is important
◦ Dedicated and loyal to friends, family, and lovers
IMPORTANT FACTS
◦ STRENGTHS: Resourceful, brave, passionate, stubborn
◦ WEAKNESSES: Distrusting, jealous, secretive, violent
◦ LIKES: The truth, being right, longtime friends, teasing
◦ DISLIKES: Dishonesty, revealing secrets, passive people
◦ Very passionate and assertive, will go for what she wants
◦ Loves to experience new things; has a definite wild side
◦ Generally very calm and composed; not easily annoyed
◦ Unopposed to violence, but must be provoked to kill
◦ Lots of combat training, limited battle experience
◦ Aspires to be a medic; ability to give and take life
◦ Will keep secrets till the day she dies
◦ Tendency to hold life-long grudges

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]( that would be amazing, thank you )

[spoiler= tags — updated 3/05]
GENERAL
◦  NILO HARBRINGER-FABER | "Knee-low" | NICKNAMES: Nils, N
◦  Feminine Androgynous [she/her or they/them] | ?? orientation
◦  1 ½ years | ZODIAC: Scorpio | BORN: October 31st
◦  First tier of Bloodclan | No titles | Unofficial Medic Trainee
◦ Puma with amber eyes and a sandy gold pelt | HEALTH: 100%
RELATIONSHIPS
◦  Single | No crush(es) | Not actively looking
◦  MELANTHA x RUSSIANSOLDIER | Gen 5 | SIBLINGS(?): Esera ♂
◦ ½ of (ship name here) | No best friend | No Enemies
◦ A sensual lover; very passionate and intimacy is important
◦ Dedicated and loyal to friends, family, and lovers
IMPORTANT FACTS
◦ STRENGTHS: Resourceful, brave, passionate, stubborn
◦ WEAKNESSES: Distrusting, jealous, secretive, violent
◦ LIKES: The truth, being right, longtime friends, teasing
◦ DISLIKES: Dishonesty, revealing secrets, passive people
◦ Very passionate and assertive, will go for what she wants
◦ Loves to experience new things; has a definite wild side
◦ Generally very calm and composed; not easily annoyed
◦ Unopposed to violence, but must be provoked to kill
◦ Lots of combat training, limited battle experience
◦ Aspires to be a medic; ability to give and take life
◦ Will keep secrets till the day she dies
◦ Tendency to hold life-long grudges

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]"Thank you, both." Nilo dipped her head gratefully to the two who welcomed her. One was obviously older - he reminded her of that cool uncle that always showed up in her favorite books. And the other, a snowy white serval, gave off a totally different vibe. For some reason, N got the feeling that he was freaked out by appearance in some way. Whether or not that was true remained unknown, but that was the feeling she was getting from him. Curious, her amber eyes lingered on him for a moment longer as if trying to uncover all his secrets with simply a look before Cataclysm tore her attention away.

What? This guy was her mother's father?? Nilo's grandfather? The Cataclysm Faber? She had grown up listening to her mom go on and on about how amazing grandpa Cata was, and how she hoped that the kids could meet him one day. Mel obviously loved her dad a lot. It had gotten to the point where the Faber patriarch held an almost God-like spot in her subconscious; someone not entirely real but expected to be revered. And here he was, standing before her in the flesh. "Holy..." she murmured, eyes widened in surprise. She immediately felt bad for her testy attitude only moments before. "I have always wanted to meet you. Can.. Can I hug you? Is that weird?"

[spoiler= tags — updated 3/05]
GENERAL
◦  NILO HARBRINGER-FABER | "Knee-low" | NICKNAMES: Nils, N
◦  Feminine Androgynous [she/her or they/them] | ?? orientation
◦  1 ½ years | ZODIAC: Scorpio | BORN: October 31st
◦  First tier of Bloodclan | No titles | Unofficial Medic Trainee
◦ Puma with amber eyes and a sandy gold pelt | HEALTH: 100%
RELATIONSHIPS
◦  Single | No crush(es) | Not actively looking
◦  MELANTHA x RUSSIANSOLDIER | Gen 5 | SIBLINGS(?): Esera ♂
◦ ½ of (ship name here) | No best friend | No Enemies
◦ A sensual lover; very passionate and intimacy is important
◦ Dedicated and loyal to friends, family, and lovers
IMPORTANT FACTS
◦ STRENGTHS: Resourceful, brave, passionate, stubborn
◦ WEAKNESSES: Distrusting, jealous, secretive, violent
◦ LIKES: The truth, being right, longtime friends, teasing
◦ DISLIKES: Dishonesty, revealing secrets, passive people
◦ Very passionate and assertive, will go for what she wants
◦ Loves to experience new things; has a definite wild side
◦ Generally very calm and composed; not easily annoyed
◦ Unopposed to violence, but must be provoked to kill
◦ Lots of combat training, limited battle experience
◦ Aspires to be a medic; ability to give and take life
◦ Will keep secrets till the day she dies
◦ Tendency to hold life-long grudges