Posts by VIVEK

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height: just barely over 2 feet tall
weight: around 54 pounds
pelt characteristics: an unusual, pale shade of blue with facial markings that are only slightly darker than the base color; the same markings always seem to shimmer, especially with changes in lighting. fur is well-groomed and painstakingly neat.
eyes: also dependent on the lighting. may seem like a very pale yellow, or a dark gold; whichever hue it settles on, his eyes have an intense glow and are very difficult to miss.
build: standing a bit shorter than usual, vivek has a fairly slim structure, lither instead of bulkier.
voice reference: click (he's the guy who looks like he listens to Evanescence)
will add more later

PERSONALITY
A dick? lmfao i'll finish this later too

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difficulty: medium, although if he is in the process of fighting for someone he's very loyal to, he becomes a much more difficult opponent
combat style: tends to rely more on agility and endurance. will resort to dirty tricks if need be. very rarely flees a fight (if ever).
peacefully interact in bold #96f7ce, although this isn't necessary (these actions can be powerplayed although expect grumpiness)
violently interact in [b][color=#993283]bold #993283

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He found it remarkable, how quickly one could lose everything to their name. Oh, it certainly wasn't beautiful, but the swiftness of it, the totality- Vivek imagined it was similar to watching a black hole devour a star, although this felt infinitely more personal. Vivek had known loss from a young age, yet not to this same degree, and he hadn't lost his sister to the chaos of a power struggle they had evidently been destined to lose. She wasn't dead, however; he refused to credit the possibility with any serious thought, roughly shoving it away whenever the threads began assembling in his mind again. Vivek sent his crows as far as he dared, and then farther, hoping for any trace, no matter how small it may be. He was desperate, he knew that, and it settled uncomfortably in his stomach, unbefitting, and yet his pride could not compare to his sister, his queen. Sincere doubts overtook him, questioning his stability, his reliability, and he disregarded them to the best of his ability. He would find her; no other option existed. Failure would not mark the end of this search, even if it meant he had to comb every speck of dirt for hundreds of miles to find a single hint that she had been there.

That increasingly became a genuine resort with each day that passed. His odds of locating her fell with every sunset following, and he received nothing but what he already knew from his loyal observers. It seemed this would be no different, as the small toes landed upon his shoulder, the owner lackluster and, for the most part, silent. "There's a group not far from here," the crow murmured, directly into one perked ear; in response, the canine frowned, deeply.

"And what could I possibly want from them?" Disdain shadowed his voice, and he made no effort to conceal it. The groups -clans, as most of them called their assembly, were never favored by Vivek. If asked why, he would have no specific answer to give, other than how flimsy their relationships sounded in what information Vivek commissioned his crows to gather. They had no particular worth to him, or his endeavor; in all honesty, he'd gone deliberately out of his way to avoid clans.

"Who, not what." Who. Could they know where his sister resided? Had they seen her? Hers was a difficult face to forget- if they had, Vivek was confident they would remember. The tricky part, however, was in the approach. In the past, he'd proven a...disagreeable conversationalist. That hadn't changed at all; if anything, it worsened with the lack of grounding force she had always, without fail, exuded. She had been his purpose. Every ounce of will contained in his body had been dedicated to her, and without his sister he became a directionless slip of paper caught in harsh winds.

He sent away his crow, off to search for more information; he didn't need directions to this place. The scent of occupation and people was obvious to even the most oblivious, and that Vivek most certainly was not. Was he nonetheless capable of making terrible decisions? Of course. This was the riskiest idea he'd undertaken in some time, and he couldn't be certain of the outcome, or even the initial response. A heavy gust of air left his mouth, and Vivek called upon the resolve he'd clung to earlier, reminding himself he could not ostracize himself if he wished to find her. "I'm looking for someone, if any of you have an attention span beyond the range of a goldfish."
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The pale blue canine straightened with the stranger's approach, although he hadn't been slouching anyway; what he had was gone now, but it was difficult forgetting the title Prince of the Reef. There was no place for that here, or anywhere, considering the Reef had been lost and among the many things he couldn't recover. His sister would not fall into that category- he wouldn't allow it. Distaste flashed in glowing eyes, though when he spoke, there was at least some civility despite the sharpness pushing at his tongue. Don't waste my time. "I'm looking for my sister. She has the same coloration as I do." Actually, she was paler, but he did not have such high hopes for their observational skills. "Her eyes are blue, though. Have you seen her?" He should have found someone else to ask this in his stead; sociability had never been his strongest skill, although it would help if he weren't as lost, and if he weren't surrounded by people he couldn't trust.

His intense gaze shifted over to an owl, perched on a branch above their heads. A raging fireball? Vivek snorted. "She is hardly that." He didn't know to whom she referred, but clearly it was someone the avian did not approve of. He would be mildly intrigued, if his current business weren't so important. It explained much of his impatience, especially with the child who appeared, falling into a lecture he did not have the benevolence of spirit to sit demurely through.

"I don't need your prattle, but please, continue telling me just how intelligent you all are when you can't understand urgency. Have you seen a woman of my description or not?"

/i'm so sorry he's such an asshole
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He knows someone. One paw dug into the earth, a heady kind of hope flooding his system. Vivek knew she was alive, that their separation hadn't entailed her death; he could feel her still, behind the calm, but she never answered when he reached. Carefully, he inhaled, veiling the yearning and answering the panther with only an expectant hum, not trusting himself to speak. He hadn't thought she would be here, of all places, though he didn't know of any place for her to be after they lost everything had. However, the fluttering hope just managing to leave the ground faltered when the owl spoke a name. Was that who the panther believed was his sister? Unless she'd given a false name. Vivek blinked, although this blink went on for a moment or two longer than it should have. "Interesting friends you have."

His eyes narrowed slightly at the question, an acerbic edge re-entering his voice when he answered. "Being my sister isn't important enough?" He suppressed as much of his growing irritation as possible; it wasn't entirely their doing that Vivek was so restless. Far too many days had passed without any sign of his sister, and while the doubts were beginning to kill the sapling of a hope that had grown with the panther's apparent knowledge of someone similar, anticipation still gripped him tight. The canine wanted to see, now, whether or not she was who he thought.

She wasn't. He devoted much of his energy to keeping his features from twisting when he saw her. That wasn't Mara, and it was as though he'd lost her all over again, but he refused to allow the despondency any room in his face. He would not give these people that. "It doesn't matter who I am. You're not who I thought you would be." Vivek shook his head, and shot a sharp look toward the panther, mouth a flat line. "She's not my sister." He supposed he should have said thank you for the attempt at help, but he remained silent, only occasionally glancing toward the person they'd mistaken for his sister.

Irrationally, Vivek found himself hating her for not being Mara. He couldn't fault her for that, he knew- it didn't ease the sting, or the hollowness, or the frustration.
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