Posts by MELCHOIR HACKSAW

[center][color=#f7d2b0][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]ahhh thank you <3
i'm really sorry that i took so long to make this but i had no internet access for a couple of days.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:white;]hey guys!
how's it going?
i'm just quickly tracking with this lovely little boy because he's being born today c:

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:white;]The world was cold and oppressive against his frail body. His jaws parted slightly, expelling a yip like sound or two as the dark world he had been presented to watched around him. Every mere particle of dust seemed to be peering intensely at the group of children that ha been brought to life to bless those around them. He felt the instinctive urge to move towards the sweet scent that had caught the newborn's attention. The small dalmador raised his head, turning it to and fro as he sought a place to latch on to in order to suckle, his mind clouded with only thoughts of the immediate present. He knew not of what was going on around him. He did not know that he had just performed such a feat to be alive and existing. He just knew that he was hungry and that was all that seemed to be driving him forwards for the time being, his survival instincts already coursing through his veins.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:white;]A scowl was placed firmly on the child's lips as he came to a halt besides Clara and Blanche. He may be young but he was not about to let his family be potentially put into danger. Even since the youth had been capable of walking, he had found that he had quite a good moral compass and a brilliant sense of justice. His differentiation between what was right and what was wrong was already extremely distinctive and clear and, in the young canine's eyes, this was on the wrong end of the scale. They were a neutral clan, as far as he was aware, and that meant that they did not all have to be strong. They were allowed to be soft as long as they could hold their own and stick up for themselves when necessary as he was certain that his clanmates were capable of looking out for not only themselves but for others around them too. Windclan were not just defined by their status. They were much more than that, they were like a large family and he knew that if it was to come to it, they would vigorously defend each other.

His ears perked slightly as he looked to Mob as he spoke, lips pursed as his emerald green gaze became fixated back onto this Negan fellow. "It's not right. If you want to be somewhere where everyone uses violence to speak instead of other things then... then why don't you just go away and find some anti-clan? Stop trying to fix what isn't broken" the dalmador pup barked, his heartbeat picking up as his unwavering glare shone in their apparent "new leader"'s direction. Of course he was scared. He was far too young to be witnessing any kind of political turmoil going on however, he had to fight for what he believed was right and if another was doing sometime to potentially harm his friends and family, then he was able to push forwards and ignore his fright. It's what he needed to do, he was certain of it.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:white;]"What's all of this?" the child exclaimed, a glimmer of wonder held captive within his emerald eyes as he eagerly regarded the unfamiliar carton and colours liquids with awe. He had not yet been able to dabble in any forms of arts and crafts and was therefore completely bewildered as to what the medic had set up for them to do. His gaze was wide as he tilted his head up to peer at the servaline female, lips curled into a bright smile as he awaited her response, his tail wagging back and forth slightly as he did so. He could make the educated guess that they were going to make something however, the specifics of it eluded him. He could not help but smile though, after all, he could make something for his siblings and parents. If he had the time to, the youth would probably go around making things for everyone in Windclan.

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it's mogar ahhhhhhh

mel is going to be clara's lowkey bodyguard
no
mel is going to be everyone's lowkey bodyguard
like, this boy just wants to help everyone i swear

also, how is everyone today? c:

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:white;]honestly he's just going to turn into a slightly more innocent meliodas
melchoir
meliodas
i see practically no difference ;^)

honestly, he's going to defend everyone
straight up going around like 'i heard you was chatting shit about windclan yeA H?'

also, clara and her lion obsession oh my god
i love her but damn child chill

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:#ffffff;]"I would help you, sis, but I've got no idea how to make them either." the young canine remarked as he approached Clara, curious emerald gaze drinking in the sight of the vibrant flora sprawled out before him. His ears twitched slightly as he moved closer to the array of different flowers, stooping slightly to admire them closer. He inhaled slowly, allowing the aromatic scent of each and every plant mingled together to flood into his small lungs, swirling around within his chest as he took it all it. It was a beautiful arrangement and he would have quite like to receive a bouquet consisting of the exquisite variety of flowers that his siblings had gathered together. He smiled at the thought of being given such a delightful little gift before he cast his shimmering gaze back onto his female sibling, flicking his ear slightly as an apologetic smile went about overriding the thoughtful one that had briefly ghosted across his lips.

"Sorry" Melchoir hummed in a genuinely sheepish tone, guilt beginning to eat away at him. Although it was something as minor as constructing a mere flower crown, he could tell that it probably meant a lot to Clara and he felt bad for not being able to provide the skills necessary to assist his sister. It was upsetting and he was quick to smile widely before turning his attention back to the sea of different flowers that she had collected, the dizzying scent of the combined floral smells causing his head to rush slightly.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:white;]Being extremely young, he had yet to really get to know anyone around him. Of course, he had his parents and siblings but the others were more foreign to him. So, upon spotting the stranger on the border, he could not contain the excited feeling that had swelled up within his chest. This was a brilliant opportunity for him to present himself to another in an independant manner. It was something that he had not really been able to do so far and his confidence was only boosted as he became aware of one of his fathers' presences among those greeting the newcomer. The youth trotted over, emerald gaze engulfed with sparkling curiosity as he planted himself down right next to the leader, brushing against the older male slightly as he did so although his attention was solely fixated on Bane.

"Hello! I'm Melchoir Hacksaw. You can call me Melchoir or Mel though, if you want to. It's nice to meet you, mister!" the child blurted out as he grinned up in a friendly manner at the larger canine who had come to join Windclan. His gaze very briefly drifted over to Luke as the golden border collie commented about him being one of the higher predators within the food chain. That was a concept that he had not yet been exposed to. In his eyes, everyone was equal and where the term survival of the fittest was involved, he strongly believed that even the weak were powerful in their own way and therefore deserved to be protected by the stronger beings. It was why he supported the concept of clans. Groups in which everyone was accepted for who they were, the majority of the time, and they were also protected and loved. It was something that he wished everyone also agreed with. After all, from what he believed, strength did not come from one's physical power. It was so much more than that. He flicked his ear as if to dismiss those thoughts for the time being however as they began to cloud up his mind.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:black;]//that's alright num c: life should always come first before ff and we're all here waiting for you if you decided to bring attie back

Melchoir had set out with the innocent intentions of looking for his siblings or his parents, perhaps even both, with the idea in his head that he could stumble upon one of them and engage in something fun. After a minute or two of wandering the Windclan camp however, he had come to the conclusion that any other Windclanner would also be suitable for the role and he would gladly accept the attention of another as long as they were willing to be in his company. He didn't like the idea of holding another up just because they felt obligated to play with a child. He did not want to be a burden upon anyone. He wished to be an equal instead, even if that meant just not having someone to converse with.

The young dalmador was drawn from his thoughts however as a familiar scent caught his attention, his nose wrinkling slightly in response as his vibrant orbs scanned his surroundings in search of the sibling that he had noticed was in the vicinity. It did not take him long to pinpoint his brother however, mere moments after doing so, something rather alerting caught the child's attention and caused him to very briefly forget what he was doing. Someone was calling out for his father. But what for? That thought spurred him on out of his stunned, frozen state and the canine picked up the pace, ears twitching slightly as he drew nearer to his sibling and the other Windclanner.

"Percival? What's going on?" the child inquired, his emerald gaze narrowing slightly as his gaze flickered between his brother and the note that he had noticed was clamped tight within the jaws of the unfamiliar form of Terra. As he glanced between the duo, his mind began to race once more. The area, the note more specifically, carried the strong aroma that he had quickly learned to associate with Atticus. However, the male was nowhere in sight and the fact that there was a piece of paper carrying his scent caused Mel's thoughts to lead down random, dark paths. What if something bad had happened to his father? The dalmador inwardly shuddered as he finally slowed to a halt besides his sibling, fictional brows knitted together as he peered up with concerned emerald eyes at the being who had been seeking Henry.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:black;]The child had been hesitant in his approach, almost fearful that he would also lose Henry. However, his paws commanded his movements and he soon found that he had sat himself down silently besides his father, ears twitching slightly as he lowered his head. He was aware that the tension in Windclan at the moment was extremely high and he could not help but feel uncomfortable about it but at the end of the day, despite all that had gone on, Henry was still his father and Mel would always love him. Atticus was gone. It was a void in the child's heart that he would probably never be able to refill unless his other parent returned. He attempted to remain positive about all of it. In his mind, he could just picture the male returning and apologising for ever going and leaving them and then they would all hug, all of them. All of his siblings (adoptive and biological), Atticus and Henry. They would all reunite and the Hacksaw family would be together again. It would be bliss. But that was a bleakly positive outlook on a generally negative situation. Even the ray of sunshine, Melchoir, was aware of the fact that it was a perspective that was unlikely to come true. After all, there were no happy endings in life. It was just reality and in his eyes, although it was unfair, it was life.

"It'll be alright, dad" he breathed, allowing a small smile to form on his lips as he tilted his head up towards the larger labrador, emerald eyes glistening with an attempt at optimism. He couldn't have his family, or anyone else for that matter, around him being upset. Even if things seemed bad, he was aware of the fact that the best, healthiest thing for them to do would to just try and move on with the world. He did not want to see the world moving whilst those around him did their best to stand where they were because they would then just eventually be left behind and there was no way that the child was prepare to stand by idly and allow anyone to be left behind in the flow of it all.

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Melchoir had been anxious since discovering the departure of his father. The one that had been responsible for bringing him into this realm. It had been an event that had startled the youth and he had been shaken to his core. The paranoia that his brothers, sister or remaining parent would also leave or be cruelly snatched away from him was strong and fresh within his distraught mind. He did not know what to do about it. There was only so much comfort that he could provide to Henry until he felt that he could not do it anymore. He was too young to deal with such things without a shoulder to lean on, to cry on, himself. However, for now he had been coping rather well and was positive that things could only get better once they had hit rock bottom. In his eyes, this current point was their rock bottom for this situation and things could only ascend from now. He, and everyone else around him, just needed to be patient. Good things come to those who wait.

He was sure of it and it was something that he silently reminded himself of as he approached the scene. His father was gathering a search party? He flicked his ear nervously, words unspoken flooding his tongue as he contemplated speaking them or not. However, his attention was caught as he heard a vaguely familiar voice piping up. He shot a brief, short lived scowl in Victorianpaw's direction however, the soft child was quick to melt back into his usual calm state, a small yet barely noticeable frown still pressed hard into his lips. He knew that there was logic behind her words but he was beyond reasoning. He was too optimistic for the future to even begin to try and face the potential harsh reality of things.

"I know my dad, if we don't find him then he'll be back soon. I'm sure of it" the child stated bluntly with a flick of his ear as he came to stand besides Henry, glancing up towards the larger canine as if seeking confirmation for his words. He knew that his optimism stemmed from the need to keep his family happy but he still could not deny the seeds of hope that he had sown within his heart. Even if a lot of his smiles and brightness were for the sake of those around him, he was still positive deep down within. After all, he was almost certain that Atticus would seek that he had made a bad decision and he would soon be back. He would realise that he had done the wrong thing by turning and leaving them and he would come back and apologise and life would be a little bit better. At least, that was the dream.

He turned his attention solely onto his father, gaze closely regarding the leader as he thought over his words before addressing the older canine. "Can I come along to look for daddy too?" he asked in a hopeful tone, his emerald gaze glimmering with the same glow of desire that had been contained in his words. He would do anything to get the other male back if it meant that Henry and the others would be happy, even if it meant something like self-sacrifice. After all, Attie was much more important than himself and although he knew that he was loved, he also knew that they needed the other male much more than himself. He was just a budding child whilst his father was a monumental inspiration. At least, that was how Melchoir saw him. Perhaps his perspective was slightly biased but it did hold truth to it.

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hey guys, how's it going?

and, melchoir is suffering already this is great ;^)
i really need to post more with him but my shadowclanner is consuming my life whoops. i think i'll be more active with him though because there's a bunch of new characters and i can't take that much activity in one clan rip me

also, that sounds great tapi! it's pretty late where i am so i can't really focus/think of things but if i come up with any ideas for catagories then i'll be sure to let you know c:

and i don't know, i haven't been paying attention to my notifications but i'll see if i notice anything like that.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:black;]Melchoir had not met too many unfamiliar beings on the borders as he had not ventured far from the camp every time that he had chosen to explore. This was an exception though seeing that there were quite a lot of his clanmates, including his father. He felt that it was only right for him to get in on the action that he could potentially be missing out on. Mel was always down for meeting new faces and this was no different despite the fact that Dys could in fact pose as a threat to the child's beloved home. But he was blissfully unaware of that information and therefore remained friendly in his approach. The youth cast Vic a small side glance at her remark but did not comment as he came to stand besides his father, his bright emerald gaze fixed curiously on the stranger. He did not completely understand the advisor's words considering the fact that he had yet to be exposed to the dangerous nature of enemies. However, he did not like the way that she spoke to others and could tell that she seemed to be mocking his father and his choices in leadership which was something that the dalmador did not appreciate.

Enemies and allies were completely foreign concepts to the young child however, he could tell that this person was not particularly liked by his fellow clanmates which lead him to the conclusion that she came from a distant, enemy group. That would not stop him from being polite however. After all, he had a limited knowledge on how interclan affairs worked. In his eyes, she was innocent until she proved herself guilty to him specifically. Other than that, he had no quarrel with her and was content with a small smile on his lips and a friendly expression spread evenly across his face, filling in any of the pained cracks that he had received from the recent losses that he had endured. He sat himself down, gaze not faltering from the unfamiliar face as he gazed on silently from the side of the leader with a curious smile curling up at the corners of his lips.

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//clings onto pure
whO IS THIS FRISK BEING? I HAVE NEVER SEEN THEM BEFORE
OR YOU
YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER STRANGER

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:black;]WHO IS THIS RAD YOU SPEAK OF?
I KNOW NOT OF THIS INDIVIDUAL
*NERVOUS SWEATING*

side wink at gal

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Melchoir had been in search of one of his siblings when he had caught Frisk's call for others to come and greet them. He had hoped that he could possibly find Clara and they could do something fun like making flower crowns together. He had yet to really interact with any of his brothers but he would have been content with playing with them too. Anyone would do at that point in time and it seemed that Frisk had willingly put themselves out there and Mel was not one to back away from the opportunity to meet a new friend and generate a new distraction for himself.

"Hello there! I never met Cherviltea but that is a cool name and I wish I could meet them. They sound cool." the child exclaimed in bright greeting as he trotted over, smile adamant on his lips as he drew to a halt near the unfamiliar being who was introducing themselves to those around. Melchoir was part of the group of 'those around' and therefore was allowed to spout his usual friendly tones as he approached the stranger, emerald orbs aglow with curious intrigue. Words in regards to Cherviltea spilled haphazardly from the young child's mouth as he took in the words that had been spoken. He had obviously not been around during the reign of the former leader as he was only recently a new addition to both Windclan and the world as a whole. Despite that, he remained cheery as he thought of the unfamiliar leader, wondering what type of an individual they were and what had caused their reign over Windclan to stop. However, he would not pry into it in case it was something negative that would dampen his newfound joy.

Happiness for the child had been more of a forced thing as of late due to recent, saddening events but he had been doing his best to genuinely pick himself up and it had been working, slowly but surely. "My name is Melchoir Hacksaw. It's nice to meet you Frisk. Did you recently come back here? I'm sorry if I missed you if you did" he hummed with a flick of his ear, the bright dalmador allowing the words to flow from his tongue in a spurred moment of interested delight. He sat himself down opposite the former medic, shoulders sagging slightly as he relaxed, channeling the excitement of meeting a new being and potentially making a new friend into his mind as he regarded Frisk through friendly emerald orbs. He hoped that he had not talked too much but if so then he guessed that he could apologise for blubbering random words and questions.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:black;]is that
chen
i spy????

winks @ pure ;^)))))))))))))))

/latches onto num
hELLO
mel is just waiting for attie to come back
imagine if he just went to riverclan one day and attie was there like 'sup, how's it- oH SHIT IT'S MY SON'

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:black;]track because i love kate and these two should plot but i have no ideas at the moment wHOOPS

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★ MELCHOIR HACKSAW | MALE
— melchoir is hebrew for king
★ current unknown sexual/romantic orientation
★ 2 months | child of windclan

RECENT EVENTS
★ atticus went missing/left which triggered paranoia and anxiety
— he is worried that his remaining friends and family will also leave him

PHYSICAL
★ CANINE | main/birth body | health [99%]
— being born of a labrador and a dalmation, melchoir is therefore a dalmador, a hybrid breed created out of the two different canines. mel himself is quite large, not too big but an size that just tips over the average size of medium. His fur is mainly black however, his chest and stomach is white with black speckled markings tracing down the white. His eyes are certainly the most significant features that he has. his eyes are similar to two pure emeralds as they are an extremely crisp, gem green colour that shimmer stunningly in light.

PERSONALITY
★ OVERALL: nonchalant
— much like what he is named for, melchoir tends to act in a rather regal manner despite him not being in any way, shape or form royal. this often provides others with the first impression that he is some kind of stuck up, disrespectful little brat however this is far from the case. in actual fact, mel is extremely kind and down to earth. around windclan, he can be extremely friendly and since the disappearance of his father, he has been trying to be nicer to everyone as he fears that they will leave too if he does not try. he tries his best to be as relaxed as possible but because he is a child, it is only natural that he gets excitable at times although he does his best to keep his energy in check. he is a major pacifist and believes that there are always ways around death and brutal violence. he will partake in combat but he, from a young age, has adopted the belief that death is stupid and unnecessary. however, if messed with personally he can become a lot more bitter and sinister and his pacifistic ways can not always save others from his personal, darker tendencies. now, the real issue comes about when his family and close friends and messed with as he tends to take on an almost knightly outlook on things. if they are even threatened he can become a malicious, malevolent being in mere moments. however, this does not tend to happen too often so it is not too much of an issue and he does his very best to not allow it to interfere with his life.
— he is currently extremely paranoid that all of his loved ones are going to leave him and is therefore being extremely nice and friendly to everyone
— he trusts: atticus, henry, his siblings
— he distrusts: no one as of yet

RELATIONSHIPS
★ has no crushes
★ atticus x henry
★ brother to julian, alter, percival and clara
★ currently not looking for a significant other
★ ½ of -

INTERACTION
★ easy(ish) physically | medium mentally (he is strong willed)
★ he will not start fights, he will end them
★ feel free to act out peaceful interactions | attack in #bf5e4d
★ current faceclaim is chanyeol (park chan-yeol), a member of k-pop group EXO